Belith
Queen of the Black Coast
-the song of Belith
Believe green buds awaken in the spring,
That autumn paints the leaves with somber fire;
Believe I held my heart inviolate
To lavish on one man my hot desire.
In that Dead of crumbling stone
Her eyes were snared by that unholy sheen,
And curious madness took me by the throat,
As of rival lover thrust between.
Was It a dream the nighted lotus brought?
Then curst the dream that bought my sluggish life;
And curst each laggard hour that does not see
Hot blood drip blackly from the crimsoned knife.
The shadows were black around him,
The dripping jaws gaped wide,
Thicker than rain the red drops fell;
But my love was fiercer than Deathīs black spell, Nor all the iron walls of Hell
Could keep me from his side.
Now we are done with roaming evermore;
No more the oars, the windy harpīs refrain;
Nor crimson pennon frights the dusky shore;
Blue girdle of the world, receive again
Her whom thou gavest me.