Bond

By the red seal redoubled of that kiss When thy lips parted softly to my own Ere the sun sank from doomed Poseidonis; By nights of searing ecstasy and moan; The night-wet bosoms in Pompeii bared, And the pale breasts and limbs in Lesbos known; By dreams and deities and dolors shared Before the Olympian glory passed from Greece; By sharp and secret raptures that we dared In Druid towers of ocean-founded Ys; By every cup of wine in Naishapur We drank by turns even to the purple lees; By the dark Sabbats, vowed to Lucifer, Making us one before his muffled throne In rites of sorceress and sorcerer; By the sealed ways no prophet has foreshown, Wheron our lips shall meet, our footsteps go:— By these, by these I claim thee for mine own... Even as I have claimed thee long ago.