G. A. MOSTYN(BALLIOL)
G. A. MOSTYN(BALLIOL)
G. A. MOSTYN(BALLIOL)
Lipsburning lips in passionate caress,Clasped, slightly swaying, pallid as the moon,Two wretches, cleaving to each other, pressTheir aching bodies into semi-swoon.All the night through, till the stars droop and fail,The girdle of their arms is not undone,And when the night is finished, flaccid, pale,Two ghosts rise up, and gaze upon the sun,And turning from each other go their waysDrunken with horror, reeling with sick shame,Calling a curse on God for all their daysOf ravening, all their fierce nights of flame.And lo! before the coming of the nightThey meet and greet again in shame's despite.
Lipsburning lips in passionate caress,Clasped, slightly swaying, pallid as the moon,Two wretches, cleaving to each other, pressTheir aching bodies into semi-swoon.All the night through, till the stars droop and fail,The girdle of their arms is not undone,And when the night is finished, flaccid, pale,Two ghosts rise up, and gaze upon the sun,And turning from each other go their waysDrunken with horror, reeling with sick shame,Calling a curse on God for all their daysOf ravening, all their fierce nights of flame.And lo! before the coming of the nightThey meet and greet again in shame's despite.
Lipsburning lips in passionate caress,Clasped, slightly swaying, pallid as the moon,Two wretches, cleaving to each other, pressTheir aching bodies into semi-swoon.
Lipsburning lips in passionate caress,
Clasped, slightly swaying, pallid as the moon,
Two wretches, cleaving to each other, press
Their aching bodies into semi-swoon.
All the night through, till the stars droop and fail,The girdle of their arms is not undone,And when the night is finished, flaccid, pale,Two ghosts rise up, and gaze upon the sun,
All the night through, till the stars droop and fail,
The girdle of their arms is not undone,
And when the night is finished, flaccid, pale,
Two ghosts rise up, and gaze upon the sun,
And turning from each other go their waysDrunken with horror, reeling with sick shame,Calling a curse on God for all their daysOf ravening, all their fierce nights of flame.
And turning from each other go their ways
Drunken with horror, reeling with sick shame,
Calling a curse on God for all their days
Of ravening, all their fierce nights of flame.
And lo! before the coming of the nightThey meet and greet again in shame's despite.
And lo! before the coming of the night
They meet and greet again in shame's despite.
September, 1919.