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Delilah

Delilah[From a Picture]The sun has gone down, spreading wide on The sky-line one ray of red fire;

Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,

Make ready the rich loom of Tyre.

The day, with its toil and its sorrow,

Its shade, and its sunshine, at

Has ended; dost fear for the morrow,

Strong man, in the pride of thy strength?

Like fire-flies, heavenward clinging,

They multiply, star upon star;

And the breeze a low murmur is bringing From the tents of my people afar.

Nay, frown not,

I am but a Pagan,

Yet little for these things I care;'Tis the hymn to our deity Dagon That comes with the pleasant night air.

It shall not disturb thee, nor can it;

See, closed are the curtains, the

Gleam down on the cloven pomegranate,

Whose thirst-slaking nectar invites;

The red wine of Hebron glows brightly In yon goblet — the draught of a king;

And through the silk awning steals lightly The sweet song my handmaidens sing.

Dost think that thy God, in His anger,

Will trifle with nature's great laws,

And slacken those sinews in languor That battled so well in His cause?

Will He take back that strength He has given,

Because to the pleasures of

Thou yieldest?  Nay,

Godlike, in heaven,

He laughs at such follies, forsooth.

Oh! were I, for good or for evil,

As great and as gifted as thou,

Neither God should restrain me, nor devil,

To none like a slave would I bow.

If fate must indeed overtake thee,

And feebleness come to thy clay,

Pause not till thy strength shall forsake thee,

Enjoy it the more in thy day.

Oh, fork'd-tongue of adder, by her pent In smooth lips! — oh,

Sybarite blind!

Oh, woman allied to the serpent!

Oh, beauty with venom combined!

Oh, might overcoming the mighty!

Oh, glory departing! oh, shame!

Oh, altar of false Aphrodite,

What strength is consumed in thy flame!

Strong chest, where her drapery rustles,

Strong limbs by her black tresses hid!

Not alone by the might of your muscles Yon lion was rent like a kid!

The valour from virtue that sunders,

Is 'reft of its nobler part;

And Lancelot's arm may work wonders,

But braver is Galahad's heart.

Sleep sound on that breast fair and ample;

Dull brain, and dim eyes, and deaf ears,

Feel not the cold touch on your temple,

Heed not the faint clash of the shears.

It comes! — with the gleam of the lamps on The curtains — that voice — does it

On thy soul in the night-watch?  Ho!

Samson,

Upon thee the Philistines are.

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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon (19 October 1833 – 24 June 1870) was an Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He was the first Australia…

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