Capitolo 43
Anything is marked, this night, for death. . .
And while him mused, along his/her blood
Flown bawls ghostly, remote and thin,
They of rose in the cavern of his/her brain,
Likes ghosts that they is again away dead;
It is hands on his/her heart they were staid,
It is music on his/her meat you/he/she was played,
Up to that, as he had attended for doing,
He walked the wood that he has known so well.
Through the cold dew he transported his/her feet,
And it felt far street as bottom the earth,
Discordant music in to shiver tones,
Cries of laughter, horrible joy,
Applauding of hands, and making a deaf noise of drums,
And the moan long-drawn of one in pain.
To-night, he thought, I will die again,
We will die again in the fire red-dagli eyes
To meet himself/herself/themselves on the edge of the wood over
With the placid fixed look of fed desire. . .
He walked; and behind the whisper of trees,
In and out, one walked with him:
You divided the branches and it peered at to him,
Through lowered covers her two eyes burned,
He felt his/her breath, he saw his gives,
Everywhere he turned his/her way, she turned:
Kept rhythm with him, now fast, now slow;
Transporting his/her white knees as him stirred. . .
This is what I have always loved;
This is that whose beat-soul comes
To dance with me, attacks to attack,
In the starry dance of horns and drums. . .
The walls and roofs, the scarlet towers,
Sunk down back part a sky that dresses again wicker.
He has felt as soon as a started sweet song
Suddenly dins in it tunes up and it dies.
It turned away. Skin of silence cools.
And again it came to tollings of a bell.
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This air is alive with witches: the white witch rides
More express of the smoke on the starry wind.
In the clear obscurity, while the hideaways of moon,
They comes as you dream, as anything remembered. .
Allow us to expedite! beloved; takes my hand,
You forget these things that shake Your eyes,
Forget, forget! Our meat is changed,
Lighter that the smoke we garland and we rise. . .
The cold air hisses among us. . . Beloved, beloved,