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Of enameled affection has cheated the glow 



Of single-souled manhood, and rapined for sport, 



For whimsical purpose, and babbling delight 



Ha ! have we clove-footed Satanitifs night? 



Are valleys of Paradise deep-lava d Hell ! 



Has the great, round Earth come down nearer 



Its knell ? - 



That lily-cheeked minxes, sly, silver-tongued spell 

 And the soul-raking practice of eyes that invite 

 Can palsy life s pulse ! -Is it well ! Is it well ! 

 Come ! tell me, great Heaven Tst well? 

 Then dance, Devils, dance, in your impish delight, 

 Come, dance on this quivering, blood-tenisoned 



heart 



Ha! ha! for the driveller ! Ha! ha ! for the white- 

 Bosomed murdress, the waxed hypocrite, 

 The waxen, meek-visaged and masked-hearted lie ! 

 The sleepy-eyed Circe! Come now take me to die, 

 Down the Uack-throated cavern O/*HELL ! 



SICK, sick, sick ! Oh! fetch me some drug for the 



soul 

 How rank smells the rose on the foul brow of 



Night, 

 Where, once, all was muscadine 



