Capitolo 13
I don't publish. I won't have adulterers,
Any eyes but mine that it enjoys thee. To me
The sight of thee, all as the touch of thee,
Belongeth, only my pleasure you the art:
Anybody but my senses will come to thee,
And I will hold my pure pleasure as Sky.
Happy art you, Vashti, to have gotten married
One that so dearly possession of percentages of thee.
It has better to spend my heart on thee
What on some of the women that I have.
II
KING'S PARTY: MIDNIGHT
_Ahasuerus_.
You the kings, You thrones that burn on the world,
Who anchors me government, lifted taller above of You
What you have lifted on on Your people:
This is my day. I have agreed with Sky,
My individual in the fear of the world, to have
This unshar of the day; and it is every mine,
Everybody that the Of the from fires without bases and vapors
It has hardens in the place and kind of the world:
The tall great trip of quiet of the stars,
And every gilded time that the sun
It sends forth aloft in heaven;--the whole one it is mine
To fill with ceremonies of my throne.
I am this one day, where Sky and me
Commonly standing coop together; You won't have
Protects from me in a worshipt God to-day,
King; you look at that to night of very-power,
Telling his/her beauty the sea and taking
The prone one that adores waters in his blue
Desires, while putting them as her on flame
With dangers of the joy, lending them she realized
The ecstasies, his/her white experiences of stars.
Then Your souls lie under me these times;
As they was waters they are able them I am under
Mine burning, puts power on with me and anybody
You escape to suddenly understand me
And because I am made to turn on so in my soul.
Who has been I like? My name travels
One hundred seven and winds languages,
My name a ship on them, negotiating fear.
My power not seen hung on the heads
Of nations as the humiliation without breath it dates
From sedges when they is unfortunate to the wind.
Ay and the goings the most distant of the air
You/he/she can reach any earth that my taxes don't operate.
The fear of me is the conscience of the world.