"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown
Of an sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth it's own fancy, I say –
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
Nay – I knew I was fey! "
"Had I what it taketh, I would do;
I sense – I cannot sense,
I am – yet! I am not –
Once I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death. "
"Yet as thou so didst,
On my lips a kiss landed,
And with the shadow blended
The tendermost silken mourn;
In whic
H the light hidden is –
Yon Hell's brazen doors
Wrathfully it trieth to push. "
"Then, lo! The Bleak Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:
Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears they wept,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead –
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed. "
"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears we wept – in vain,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead –
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed:
I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death. "
"And Hell open'd it's doors,
Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light. "
"Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light. "