The Masquerader And Phoenix - Theatre Of Tragedy

Hist!

— The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,

Her wee feet in an alacritic m¦lstrom-twirl,

And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth — Egad!

this quagmire;

Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage:

Like the wither’d rose of the luciferous Eden

By the mummer’d-masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,

His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummer’d 'tis —

Embower’d and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,

Her sweetness ne’er cloy — further!

further!

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Her breasts and vestal heart caress,

And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she a"rily,

Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;

His one and sole swath

With the pizzicato’d ensemble blendeth —

And her umbral fœtal scream —

As the song climaxeth

And slowly dieth

Away…