VII
Hell hath no queen! But, o thou red mouth curving
In kisses that bring blood, shall I be alone?
What of the accomplice of these deeds unswerving?
Will not your dead hot hisses match mine own?
As here your ardours brand me bone and marrow
Biting like fire and poison in my veins,
Shall you not there still ply your nameless harrow.
Mingle a cup from those our common pains
To intoxicate us with an extreme pleasure
Keener than life's, more dolorous than death's
Till these infernal blisses pass the measure
Of heaven's imagined by the tremulous breaths
Of silly saints and silly sinners, swaying
From scraps of blasphemy to scraps of praying?
In kisses that bring blood, shall I be alone?
What of the accomplice of these deeds unswerving?
Will not your dead hot hisses match mine own?
As here your ardours brand me bone and marrow
Biting like fire and poison in my veins,
Shall you not there still ply your nameless harrow.
Mingle a cup from those our common pains
To intoxicate us with an extreme pleasure
Keener than life's, more dolorous than death's
Till these infernal blisses pass the measure
Of heaven's imagined by the tremulous breaths
Of silly saints and silly sinners, swaying
From scraps of blasphemy to scraps of praying?
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