Weird Tales/Volume 7/Issue 1/Adam, to Lilith
Adam, to Lilith
By E. HOFFMANN PRICE
And now, in these my uneventful days
When life assumes a dreary, sallow glaze,
And pallid virtue's leprous hue
Sickens and wearies me, I think of you
Who lured me to your silken lupanar,
Perfumed with musk and purple nenuphar,
An afreet's cavern on an eastern isle,
A darkness lumined by your hyacinthine smile. . . .
Lilith, the twining midnight of your hair
Across my wandering path has laid a snare,
A coiling maze of subtle witchery
That binds and traps me irresistibly.
When life assumes a dreary, sallow glaze,
And pallid virtue's leprous hue
Sickens and wearies me, I think of you
Who lured me to your silken lupanar,
Perfumed with musk and purple nenuphar,
An afreet's cavern on an eastern isle,
A darkness lumined by your hyacinthine smile. . . .
Lilith, the twining midnight of your hair
Across my wandering path has laid a snare,
A coiling maze of subtle witchery
That binds and traps me irresistibly.