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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>III. The Shadow Of Lilith</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tuberose thickens the air: a swoon <br>lies close on open'd calyx and slipt sheath <br>thro' all the garden bosom-bound beneath <br>dense night that hangs, her own perturbing moon: <br>no star: and heaven and earth, seeking their boon, <br>meet in this troubled blood whereunder seethe <br>cravings of darkling bliss whose fumes enwreathe <br>some rose of rare-reveal'd delight: oh, soon! — <br>Ay, surely near — the hour consents to bless! — <br>and nearer yet, all ways of night converge <br>in that delicious dark between her breasts <br>whom night and bloom and wayward blood confess, <br>where all the world's desire is wild to merge <br>its multitude of single suffering nests. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cloth'd now with dark alone, O rose and balm, <br>whence unto world-sear'd youth is healing boon, <br>what lures the tense dark round thy pulsing calm? <br>Or does that flood-tide of luxurious noon, <br>richly distill'd for thy sweet nutriment, <br>now traitor, hearken to some secret moon. <br>Eve's wifely guise, her dower that Eden lent, <br>now limbeck where the enamour'd alchemist <br>invokes the rarer rose, phantom descent; <br>thy dewy essence where the suns persist <br>is alter'd by occult yet natural rite: <br>among thy leaves it was the night we kiss'd. <br>Rare ooze of odour drowns our faint delight, <br>some spilth of love that languishes unshared, <br>a rose that bleeds unseen, the heart of night; <br>whose sweetness holds us, wondering, ensnared: <br>for cunning she, the outcast, to entice <br>to wake with her, remembering how she fared <br>in times before our time, when Paradise <br>shone once, the dew-gem in her heart, and base <br>betrayal gave her to the malefice <br>that all thro' time afflicts her lonely face, <br>and all the mournful widowhood of night <br>closed round her, and the wilderness of space: <br>O bleeding rose, alone! O heart of night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is of Lilith, by her Hebrew name <br>Lady of Night: she, in the delicate frame <br>that was of woman after, did unite <br>herself with Adam in unblest delight; <br>who, uncapacious of that dreadful love, <br>begat on her not majesty, as Jove, <br>but the worm-brood of terrors unconfest <br>that chose henceforth, as their avoided nest, <br>the mire-fed writhen thicket of the mind. <br>She, monsterward from that embrace declined, <br>could change her to Chimera and inspire <br>doubt of his garden-state, exciting higher <br>the arrowy impulse to dim descried <br>o'erhuman bliss, as after, on the wide <br>way of his travail, with enticing strain <br>and hint of nameless things reveal'd, a bane <br>haunted, the fabled siren, and was seen <br>later as Lamia and Melusine, <br>and whatsoe'er of serpent-wives is feign'd, <br>or malice of the vampire-witch that drain'd <br>fresh blood of fresh-born babes, a wicked blast: <br>faces of fear, beheld along the past <br>and in the folk's scant fireside lore misread, <br>of her that is the august and only dread, <br>close-dwelling, in the house of birth and death, <br>and closer, in the secrets of our breath - <br>or love occult, whose smile eludes our sight <br>in her flung hair that is the starry night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+John+Brennan">Christopher John Brennan</a><div class=q>
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lies close on open'd calyx and slipt sheath 
thro' all the garden bosom-bound beneath 
dense night that hangs, her own perturbing moon: 
no star: and heaven and earth, seeking their boon, 
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