Art thou mortal? Or hath immortality created Through thy lips? Art thee who brought the meaning To abiding grotesque? Wretched heart and venomous mind Slackend by thy goddess like existence. Breathing doth hath a purview Breathing thy heavenly breath! Infernal knave soul doth beseech To lie down on thy fervent soul To crown eternity to the misery. More potent thy glance Than all substantial ecstasy. O wild spirit! Come, come, come Dwell within mine very breasts And exude thy hemlock Through thy serpent like teeth Inward pale, hectic red soul and body of mine!