GAS-LIGHT HEROICS
With this night’s carousalWe will close the portalOn our poor espousal—Sacrament and houselFor a love too mortal!With this gay delayingWe’ll delay yet longer—Care not what the sayingOf the World—that brayingEvil tattle-monger!Pleasure has as thunderScorched and jangled thru me;Now I’ll sit and wonderAt the day-star yonderAnd your face, grown gloomy.You are known as “Lily”And they mock your gender;Is it but a sillyFancy, you seem stillyLily-souled and tender?Underneath the bitterMockery of color,Underneath the titterIs there something fitter?Something finer, fuller?Something (can I hear itIn your secret eyes?)When I come too near itLike a frightened spiritRunning from the skies?Girl, you know that glow meantDawn’s thin lips of scarlet—Bubble of life’s fomentStay your soul a moment!. . . . . .Bah! You’re drunk, you harlot!
With this night’s carousalWe will close the portalOn our poor espousal—Sacrament and houselFor a love too mortal!With this gay delayingWe’ll delay yet longer—Care not what the sayingOf the World—that brayingEvil tattle-monger!Pleasure has as thunderScorched and jangled thru me;Now I’ll sit and wonderAt the day-star yonderAnd your face, grown gloomy.You are known as “Lily”And they mock your gender;Is it but a sillyFancy, you seem stillyLily-souled and tender?Underneath the bitterMockery of color,Underneath the titterIs there something fitter?Something finer, fuller?Something (can I hear itIn your secret eyes?)When I come too near itLike a frightened spiritRunning from the skies?Girl, you know that glow meantDawn’s thin lips of scarlet—Bubble of life’s fomentStay your soul a moment!. . . . . .Bah! You’re drunk, you harlot!
With this night’s carousalWe will close the portalOn our poor espousal—Sacrament and houselFor a love too mortal!
With this night’s carousal
We will close the portal
On our poor espousal—
Sacrament and housel
For a love too mortal!
With this gay delayingWe’ll delay yet longer—Care not what the sayingOf the World—that brayingEvil tattle-monger!
With this gay delaying
We’ll delay yet longer—
Care not what the saying
Of the World—that braying
Evil tattle-monger!
Pleasure has as thunderScorched and jangled thru me;Now I’ll sit and wonderAt the day-star yonderAnd your face, grown gloomy.
Pleasure has as thunder
Scorched and jangled thru me;
Now I’ll sit and wonder
At the day-star yonder
And your face, grown gloomy.
You are known as “Lily”And they mock your gender;Is it but a sillyFancy, you seem stillyLily-souled and tender?
You are known as “Lily”
And they mock your gender;
Is it but a silly
Fancy, you seem stilly
Lily-souled and tender?
Underneath the bitterMockery of color,Underneath the titterIs there something fitter?Something finer, fuller?
Underneath the bitter
Mockery of color,
Underneath the titter
Is there something fitter?
Something finer, fuller?
Something (can I hear itIn your secret eyes?)When I come too near itLike a frightened spiritRunning from the skies?
Something (can I hear it
In your secret eyes?)
When I come too near it
Like a frightened spirit
Running from the skies?
Girl, you know that glow meantDawn’s thin lips of scarlet—Bubble of life’s fomentStay your soul a moment!
Girl, you know that glow meant
Dawn’s thin lips of scarlet—
Bubble of life’s foment
Stay your soul a moment!
. . . . . .
. . . . . .
Bah! You’re drunk, you harlot!
Bah! You’re drunk, you harlot!