Zulalie.



Zulalie.


I.

            I am the sprite
            That reigns at night,
    My body is fair for man's delight.
            I leap and laugh
            As the wine I quaff,
    And I am the queen of Astrofelle.


II.

            I curse and swear
            In my demon-lair;
    I shake wild sunbeams out of my hair.
            I madden the old,
            I gladden the bold,
    And I am the queen of Astrofelle.


III.

            Of churchyard stone
            I have made my throne;
    My locks are looped with a dead man's bone.
            Mine eyes are red
            With the tears I shed,
    And I am the queen of Astrofelle.


IV.

            In cities and camps
            I have lighted my lamps,
    My kisses are caught by kings and tramps.
            With rant and revel
            My hair I dishevel,
    And I am the queen of Astrofelle.


V.

            My kisses are stains,
            Mine arms are chains,
    My forehead is fair and false like Cain's.
            My gain is loss,
            Mine honour is dross, -
    And I am the queen of Astrofelle!

Eric Mackay

Eric Mackay, born on June 1, 1851, was a noted English poet whose work gained recognition in the late 19th century. He is best known for his sonnets and lyrical poetry, which were celebrated for their emotional depth and technical mastery. His most famous work, 'Love Letters of a Violinist,' was well-received during his lifetime. Mackay's contributions to English literature have been acknowledged for their artistic merit. He passed away on June 8, 1898.

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Anteros.


I.

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Letter II. Sorrow.


I.

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