Accolon of Gaul

Book Excerpt: their drenched hairBlown black as rain unkempt back from black brows, Wide mouths of storm that voiced a hell carouseAnd bulged tight cheeks with wind, rolled riotous byRuining to ruinous cliffs to headlong die."Once when the lightning made the casement glareSquares touched to gold, between it rose her hair, As if a raven's wing had cut the stormDeath-driven seaward; and a vague alarmStung me with terrors of surmise where hopeAs yet pruned weak wings crippled by their scope.And, lo, she kneeled low, radiant, wonderful, Lawn-raimented and white; kneeled low, --'to lullThese thoughts of night such storms might shape in thee, All such to peace and sleep, '--Ah, God to seeHer like a benediction fleshed with herHearing her voice her cool hand wandering bareWistful on feverish brow thro' long deep curls To see her rich throat's carcaneted pearlsRise as her pulses eyes' large influencePoured toward me straight as staRea