My soul with her gaze overawing.
She binds me with merciless eyes;
She drinks of my blood; and I hear it
Drain up with a shudder and rise
To the lips, like a serpent's, that steer it;
And she lies, and she laughs as she lies,
Saying, "Lo! thy affinitized spirit."
I pray—and a gate, as of swords,—
'Mid torments and tortures huge-grated,