I am the queen Aholibah. My lips kissed dumb the word of Ah Sighed on strange lips grown sick thereby. God wrought to me my royal bed; The inner work thereof was red, The outer work was ivory. My mouth's heat was the heat of flame For lust towards the kings that came With horsemen riding royally.
The other is THE HIGHWAYMAN by Alfred Noyes. But it is way too long for LJ to let me post it. Sad.
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For your delectation - my favourite poems
SWINBURNE: FROM 'THE MASK OF QUEEN BERSABE'
I am the queen Aholibah.
My lips kissed dumb the word of Ah
Sighed on strange lips grown sick thereby.
God wrought to me my royal bed;
The inner work thereof was red,
The outer work was ivory.
My mouth's heat was the heat of flame
For lust towards the kings that came
With horsemen riding royally.
The other is THE HIGHWAYMAN by Alfred Noyes. But it is way too long for LJ to let me post it. Sad.
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