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"Ashtaroth"
"O tell me, were you standing by when Isis to Osiris knelt?"
"And did you watch the Egyptian melt her union for Antony ?"
"Sing to me of that odorous green eve when crouching by the marge
You heard from Adrian's gilded barge the laughter of Antinous"
"Or did you when the sun was set climb up the cactus-covered slope
To meet your swarthy Ethiop whose body was of polished jet?"
"Or had you shameful secret quests and did you harry to your home
Some Nereid coiled in amber foam with curious rock crystal breasts?"
"Or that young god, the Tyrian, who was more amorous than the dove
Of Ashtaroth."
"Or did huge Apis from his car leap down?"
"Or Pasht, who had green beryls for her eyes."
". . . . . Leave me to my crucifix,
Whose pallid burden, sick with pain, watches the world with wearied eyes,
And weeps for every soul that dies, and weeps for every soul in
vain."
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