Now the thirst parches lip and tongue,
The dry fever bums until no heart is left,
Now is decay in bone and sinew,
When heaven—open wide the gates—has taken flight,
Searing the sky for thunderbolts to fall
On man and mountain,
Is treason’s time and the time of envy.
The acid pours away, the acid drips
Into the places and the crevices
Most fit for lovers to make harmony,
To catch the lovers’ palsy,
And on the sweethearts’ bed to lie and grin,
To smirk at love’s undress,
Make mock of woman’s meat,
And drown all sorrows in the gross catastrophe.
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