Now I dream Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion Where beauty streams Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come To tear out her spells In red lettered cells Wherein even the crown prince of Hell Come out of his arrogant shell Would falter to better
But her face soon dispels And as black feathers fell From heaven's smoke So I woke to insanity Her exquisite corpse Found fit for their sport Of course Would burn on the morrow with me...
