Of this despair—what would you? and renew
The long soft warfare—the enchanted arms,
The silken body’s charms,
The lips that murmur and the breasts that sting
The eyes that sink so deep
Beyond the steeps and avenues of sleep,
And of their wonder bring
No ultimation from the halls of night,
The slippery staircase, and the Fatal Throne,
The Evil Mouse, the Fugitive of Light,