"Had I what it taketh, I would do;
I sense - I cannot sense
I am - yet! I am not -
Once I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death..."

"Then, lo! the Bleak Death
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:
Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath
Together red tears they wept
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed."

"And Hell open'd its doors
Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."
"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight
Allow me thee to adown
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin
Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
Nay - I knew I was fey!"

"Yet as thou so didst
On my lips a kiss land©d
And with the shadows blend©d
The tendermost silken mourn.;
In which the light hidden is -
Yon Hell's brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push."
"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath
Together red tears we wept - in vain
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed:
I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."

"Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."