«Radiant ranks of seraphim / Stir the air about our bed. / With their windy wings and dim / Our hot cheeks are comforted. Low the circling seraphs bend, / And we tremble and rejoice / At hosannas that ascend, / Winged with their unearthly voice. Cloudy luminous faces hover, / And the ...»
«Que tes mains soient bénies, car elles sont impures. / Remy de Gourmont. The shining of your golden eyes I bless! / That broke my dark delirium with light. The smile that wavers on your lips I bless! / It kindled me like wine, it rent my night. The poison in your kisses hid, I bless! / A...»
«If you kept faith, or not, does it avail? / If I was faithful or unfaithful to you? / Our eyes that would look elsewhere flinch and fail, / Yet not my will has power to undo you. / Once more I tremble, so once more you pale, / As the forebodings of old pain break through you. / The momen...»
«Kindling the air, fierce birds with feathers of fire, / Through the white portals of Paradise flamed like desire. / Virgin vistas reared, lit with quivering red, / And beyond seas were the trackless wanderers fled. But on the pillars of marble, on the threshold were thrown / Crimson shadows...»