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  MELCHIOR

  Iamthedarkman,Melchior,AndIshalllivebutlittlemoreSinceIamoldandfeeblymove。

  MykingdomisaburntuplandHalfburiedbythedriftingsand,SohotApolloshinesabove。

  WhatcouldIbringbutsimplemyrrhWhiteblossomofthecordialfire?

  Hail,PrinceofSouls,andLordofLove!

  CHORUSOFANGELS

  OPrinceofsoulsandLordofLove,O\'ertheethepurplebreasteddoveShallwatchwithopensilverwings,ThouKingofKings。

  SuavioleoflosVirginum,ApparuitRexGentium……

  \"Whoartthou,littleKingofKings?\"

  Hiswonderingmothersings。

  THEBALLADOFHAMPSTEADHEATH

  FromHeaven\'sGatetoHampsteadHeathYoungBacchusandhiscrewCametumblingdown,ando\'erthetownTheirburstingtrumpetsblew。

  Thesilvernightwaswildlybright,AndmadlyshonetheMoonTohearasongsoclearandstrong,Withsuchalovelytune。

  FromLondon\'shouses,hutsandflats,Camebusmen,snobs,andEarls,AnduglymeninbowlerhatsWithcharminglittlegirls。

  SirMosescamewitheyesofflame,Judd,whoislikeabloater,ThebraveLordMayorincoachandpair,KingEdward,inhismotor。

  FarinarosymistwithdrawnTheGodandallhiscrew,Silenuspulledbynymphs,afaun,Asatyrdrenchedindew,SmiledastheyweptthoseshiningtearsOnlyImmortalsknow,Whosefeetaresetamongthestars,Abovetheshiftingsnow。

  Andonespakeoutintothenight,Beforetheyleftforever,\"Rejoice,rejoice!\"andhisgreatvoiceRolledlikeasplendidriver。

  HespakeinGreek,whichBritonsspeakSeldom,andcircumspectly;

  ButMr。Judd,thatmanofmud,Translateditcorrectly。

  Andwhentheyheardthathappyword,Policemenleaptandambled:

  Thebusmenpranced,themaidensdanced,Themeninbowlersgambolled。

  AwistfulEchostayedbehindTojointhemortaldances,ButMrJudd,withwordsunkind,Rejectedheradvances。

  AndpassingdownthroughLondonTownShestopped,forallwaslonely,AttractedbyabigbrassplateInscribed,FORMEMBERSONLY。

  AndsoshewenttoParliament,ButthoseungainlymenWokeupfromsleep,andturnedabout,Andfellasleepagain。

  LITANYTOSATAN(fromBaudelaire。)

  OgrandestoftheAngels,andmostwise,OfallenGod,fatedrivenfromtheskies,Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  Ofirstofexileswhoendurestwrong,Yetgrowest,inthyhatred,stillmorestrong,Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain!

  OsubterraneanKing,omniscient,Healerofman\'simmortaldiscontent,Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  TolepersandtooutcaststhoudostshowThatPassionistheParadisebelow。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThoubythymistressDeathhastgiventomanHope,theimperishablecourtesan。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThougivesttotheGuiltytheircalmmienWhichdamnsthecrowdaroundtheguillotine。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThouknowestthecornersofthejealousEarthWhereGodhashiddenjewelsofgreatworth。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThoudostdiscoverbymysterioussignsWheresleeptheburiedpeopleofthemines。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThoustretchestforthasavinghandtokeepSuchmenasroamupontheroofsinsleep。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThypowercanmakethehaltingDrunkard\'sfeetAvoidtheperilofthesurgingstreet。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  Thou,toconsoleourhelplessness,didstplotThecunninguseofpowderandofshot。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  ThyawfulnameiswrittenaswithpitchOntheunrelentingforeheadsoftherich。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  InstrangeandhiddenplacesthoudostmoveWherewomencryfortortureintheirlove。

  Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  FatherofthosewhomGod\'stempestuousireHasflungfromParadisewithswordandfire,Satan,atlasttakepityonourpain。

  PRAYER

  Satan,totheebepraiseupontheHeightWherethouwastkingofold,andinthenightOfHell,wherethoudostdreamonsilently。

  GrantthatonedaybeneaththeKnowledgetree,Whenitshootsforthtogracethyroyalbrow,Mysoulmaysit,thatcriesupontheenow。

  THETRANSLATORANDTHECHILDREN

  WhileItranslatedBaudelaire,Childrenwereplayingoutintheair。

  Turningtowatch,IsawthelightThatmadetheirclothesandfacesbright。

  IheardthetunetheymeanttosingAstheykeptdancinginaring;

  ButIcouldnotforgetmybook,AndthoughtofmenwhosefacesshookWhenbabiespassedthemwithalook。

  Theyareasterribleasdeath,Thosechildrenintheroadbeneath。

  TheirwitlesschatterismoredreadThanvoicesinamadman\'shead:

  Theirdancemoreawfulandinspired,Becausetheirfeetarenevertired,ThansilentrevelwithsoftsoundOfpipes,onconsecratedground,Whenalltheghostsgoroundandround。

  OPPORTUNITY(fromMachiavelli。)

  \"Butwhoartthou,withcuriousbeautygraced,Owoman,stampedwithsomebrightheavenlysealWhygothyfeetonwings,andinsuchhaste?\"

  \"Iamthatmaidwhosesecretfewmaysteal,CalledOpportunity。IhastenbyBecausemyfeetaretreadingonawheel,Beingmoreswifttorunthanbirdstofly。

  AndrightlyonmyfeetmywingsIwear,Toblindthesightofthosewhotrackandspy;

  RightlyinfrontIholdmyscatteredhairToveilmyface,anddownmybreasttofall,LestmenshouldknowmynamewhenIamthere;

  AndleavebehindmybacknowispatallForeagerfolktoclutch,whattimeIglideSonear,andturn,andpassbeyondrecall。\"

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