The Ghost

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Like angels who have bestial eyes
I'll come again to your alcove
And glide in silence to your side
In shadows of the night, my love;

And I will give to my dark mate
Cold kisses, frigid as the moon,
And I'll caress you like a snake
That slides and writhes around a tomb.

When the livid morning breaks
You will find no one in my place,
And feel a chill till night is near.

Some others by their tenderness
May try to guide your youthfulness,
Myself, I want to rule by fear.


Přeložil James McGowan