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L'ÉTERNEL FÉMININ
Lilith or Eve, I was before the flood,
And Eden grew the palace of my sin
Wherewith I stirred the lust that slumbered in
The then unquickened furnace of man's blood;
Kissing my mouth he saw that ill was good,
Lust was Love's brother, Vice to Virtue kin;
God gave into my hand all things to win;
Between him and man's captive soul I stood.
And Eden grew the palace of my sin
Wherewith I stirred the lust that slumbered in
The then unquickened furnace of man's blood;
Kissing my mouth he saw that ill was good,
Lust was Love's brother, Vice to Virtue kin;
God gave into my hand all things to win;
Between him and man's captive soul I stood.
So still I reign, for still I weave a snare
With the hot snakes of my lascivious hair,
Chain with my arms his body and fulfil
His soul with poison that my lips distil;
For God is with me, God who for my right
Of old took arms against the Sodomite!
With the hot snakes of my lascivious hair,
Chain with my arms his body and fulfil
His soul with poison that my lips distil;
For God is with me, God who for my right
Of old took arms against the Sodomite!
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