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What are his nets traps how does he surround him.<br>with cold floods of abstraction and with forests of solitude<br>to build him castles and high spires.<br>Where kings and priests may dwell<br>till she who burns with youth and no fixet lot.<br>is bound.. in a spell of law to one she loaths?<br>And must she drag the chain... of life in weary lust?<br><br>"Must chilling murderous thoughts<br>obscure the clear heaven of her eternal spring?<br>To bear to wintry rage of harsh terror driv´n... to madness"<br><br>Bound to hold a rod over her shrinking shoulders<br>all the day and all the night to turn the whell of false desire<br>and longings death wake her womb.<br><br>To the ahborred birth of cherubs<br>in the human form that live a pestilence an die.<br>A meteor and are no more<br>till child dwell with one he hates, and do the deed he loathes.<br><br>And the impure scourge forge his seed<br>its unripe birth e´er yet his eyelids can behold the arrows... of the day
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What are his nets traps how does he surround him.<br>with cold floods of abstraction and with forests of solitude<br>to build him castles and high spires.<br>Where kings and priests may dwell<br>till she who burns with youth and no fixet lot.<br>is bound.. in a spell of law to one she loaths?<br>And must she drag the chain... of life in weary lust?<br><br>"Must chilling murderous thoughts<br>obscure the clear heaven of her eternal spring?<br>To bear to wintry rage of harsh terror driv´n... to madness"<br><br>Bound to hold a rod over her shrinking shoulders<br>all the day and all the night to turn the whell of false desire<br>and longings death wake her womb.<br><br>To the ahborred birth of cherubs<br>in the human form that live a pestilence an die.<br>A meteor and are no more<br>till child dwell with one he hates, and do the deed he loathes.<br><br>And the impure scourge forge his seed<br>its unripe birth e´er yet his eyelids can behold the arrows... of the day
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