IV
Our love is like a glittering sabre bloodied
With lives of me; upsoared the sudden sun;
The choral heaven woke; the aethyr flooded
All space with joy that you and I were one.
But in the dark and splendid dens of death
Arose an echo of that jewelled song:
There swept a savour of polluted breath
From the lost souls, the unsubstantial throng
That tasted once a shadow of our glory
And turn them in the evil house to adore
The godhead of our sin, the tragic story
We have set ourselves to write, the sombre score
Our daggers carve with poesy sublime
Upon the roof tree of despair and crime!
With lives of me; upsoared the sudden sun;
The choral heaven woke; the aethyr flooded
All space with joy that you and I were one.
But in the dark and splendid dens of death
Arose an echo of that jewelled song:
There swept a savour of polluted breath
From the lost souls, the unsubstantial throng
That tasted once a shadow of our glory
And turn them in the evil house to adore
The godhead of our sin, the tragic story
We have set ourselves to write, the sombre score
Our daggers carve with poesy sublime
Upon the roof tree of despair and crime!
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