30 10 / 2011
Never, o never shall I call you bride ! Never, o never shall I draw you down Unto my kisses by the dim bedside Bathing my body in the choral crown, Your comet hair ! Nor smooth our shimmering skins Each to the other and mount the sacred stair Even from the lesser to the greater sins Up to the throne where sits the royal and rare Vision of Pan. O never shall I raise This oriflamme, and lead the hope forlorn Up to the ruining bloody breach, to daze Death’s self with pangs too blissful to be borne. No ! dear my maid. A maiden as you be You may be all your lily life, for me.