Come! let the nightfall; let us drown what knows
    In what exults; blot out the wizard figure
Of thought, and build the many-coloured rose
    Your body on the cross, my body’s rigour.
Chaos and Cosmos as God ebbs and flows
    Less than your thrust—wring out the extreme vigour!
Annihilation take us, till we rise
Once more to the damnation in your eyes!


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