Song: Where Angels Fear To Tread



~* The DOVE *~
Lady Suzanne

~* The HAWK *~
Drago Ravnhawk






White arms, Love, you have,
and thin fingers
with glittering nails,
And the soft blue smoke
curls up from your parted mouth!

The delicate rose
of your cheeks
never varies nor pales,
And your frocks
and your furs are perfection
devourer of youth!

It is thrilling
to think of your room and you,
wicked, inside
Adorable snake,
with a snake's unflickering eyes,
And an intimate smile
(to share which, fools have died)
And lips soft as a girl's
and like a Siren's, wise!

Devourer of youth!
You are never alone by your fire,
You have always a boy there,
who thinks you a goddess, ill-used,
And adores you with passion,
and brings you the gifts you desire
And the fiercer he burns,
Dear, the better he keeps you amused!



(She-Devil ** by Douglas Goldring)




If love were but a little thing
Strange love which, more than all,
is great
One might not such devotion bring,
Early to serve and late:

If love were but a passing breath
Wild love
which, as God knows, is sweet
One might not
make of life and death
A pillow for love's feet!


(Song * Florence Earle Coates)





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