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Show QUEEN LILITH By George Sylvester Vlereck. Lady of mystery, what is thy history? M Where is the rose God gave to thee H Where is thy soul's virginity?" H "Lord, my Lord, is thy speech a sword, What is it thou would'st have of me? "There are pleasant passes of tender grasses Where the kine may browse and the wild she- asses, H , Between the hills and the deep salt sea. M But -where is the spot that is branded not With the Sign of the Beast on thy fair body?" M "Lord, my Lord, ask thy Scarlet Horde! M Who spilt my love and my life like wine? M Who threw my body as bread to swine? M If my sins in heaven be seventy times seven, M What between heaven and hell are thine?" M "Lady, where is it thy fancies hover, M With wolves' eyes prying restlessly H For some naked thing they might discover, M Some strange new sin or some strange new lover. H Beyond the" lover -who bides with thee?'. M "Lord, my Lord, who has struck the chord M That holds my heart in a spider's mesh? 9 Prince of the soul's satiety, M Whenco springs that hunger beyond the flesh, M That only the flesh can appease in me?" jfl "By the love of a love that is strange as myrrh, M By the worm that gnaws and the flame that M killeth, By my cloven hoof and my fiery spur, M Thou art my sister, the Lady Lilith, M I am " H "My brother Lucifer!" M "I am thy lover, I am thy brother, M Time cannot prison us, space cannot smother, M Proudest of Jahveh's kindred we, H Whom Chaos,, the terrific mother, M Begot from the stark Eternity. M "I am the cry of the earth that fllleth M The hosts with fear when they breathe my M name, H The dauntless foe of His loaded game! M But where is the tomb that had hidden Lilith, M Of the Deathless Worm and the Quenchless Flame? M "I hunted thee where the Ibis nods, M From the bearded firs to the Upas Tree, Hi My lonesomoness was as great as God's Bfl When He cast us out from His Holy See, M But now at the last thou hast come to me! M H "Let Mary of Bethlehem lord it In Heaven, H While stringed beads her seraphs tell, K (How art thou fallen, Gabriel!) M Thy bridesmaids shall be the Deadly Seven H An "'.mil make th.ee & queen in Hell!" jjH r-St. Louis Mirror. ifl |