Capitolo 42
Feet of Thy and the flaming run of feet of thy,
To these lockts of the walls you round off me likes a death.
Death I would have them cultivate you the comest; yea,
The fortune of the man of terrestrial whereof of stone here
You/he/she is done, strongly in deliberate death
I have built on my soul to defend his/her life,
From fixed looks of the world. I am too much proud
To bear the desire of the world of my beauty;
I also know me marvellous in love
Being the joy of aught that you hasts did:
I have to be bride of thee of the creator of the world.
Or God, the heart that I have from thee the heart,
Sending forth himself/herself/itself in a word without end of love,
You/he/she is sealed at night above in the worldly stone:
Hitherward I fix the flaming way of feet of thy,
Breaks my night, and you enter in to me.
Comes, bridegrooms my spirit; and as as the sea,
In the bright ecstasy of spousal
Of sun and he/she leaves without breath, riseth in cloudy glint,
Then you leave that the intelligent one of my meat both clouds
Of fire, climbing on on the height of my spirit,
The cloudiness of fire with flame the time of marriage
Where my spirit holds thy terrible light
Away from Sky in a kiss of wedding,--
Fire of physical sense in spiritual joyfulness
Kept, as fire of water in air illuminated by the sun.
Ah Dio, beautiful God my soul is wild
With love of thee. Hitherward turns feet of thy,
You turn theirs traveling gilded toward this night,--
This night of cavernous earth; and it now did the shine
These walls of stone, against thy that draws near to love,
How pure glass tormented by the power of the sun;
And it allowed them to be, in thy descending love,
How glass in an oven, falling fused down,
Back from thy feet that it burns dripping and flowing,
Leaving me naked to thy the bright desire.--
Enjoy me, God enjoys to-night of bride of thy.
_Vashti_.
Too well I know the first one, the color scarlet suit;
And her, that was in the bright white and gold,
It was as the sound of bees and waters, finally
Felt within a long dams the noises of the madness.
But thing was, the black-dressed, with the eyes