O triple form of darkness! Sombre Splendour!Thou Moon unseen of men! Thou Huntress dread!Thou crowned demoness of the crownless dead!O breasts of blood, too bitter and too tender!Unseen of gentle spring, Let me the offeringBring to Thy shrine's sepulchral glittering!I slay the swart beats! I bestow the bloomSown in the dusk, and gathered in the gloomUnder the waning Moon,Atmidnight hardly lighting the East;And the black lamb from the black ewe's dead wombI bring and stir the slow infernal tuneFit for Thy chosen priest.Here where the band of Ocean breaks the roadBlack-trodden, deeply-stooped, to the abyss,I shall salute Thee with the namelesskissPronounced toward the uttermost abodeOf Thy supreme desire. I shall illume the fireWhence Thy wild stryges shall obey the lyre,Whence Thy Lemurs shall gather and spring round,Girdling me in the sad funeral groundWith faces turned back,My face averted! I shall consummateThe awful act of worship, O renowned,Fear upon Earth, fear in hell, and blackFear in the sky beyond fate!I hear the whining of the wolves!I hear the howwling of the wolves about Thy Form,Who comest in the terror of Thy storm,And night falls faster,Eere Thine eyes appearGlittering through the mist.O face of Woman unkissedSave by the dead whose love is taken ere Thy wist!Thee, Thee I call! O dire One! O Divine!I, the sole mortal, seek Thy deadly shrine,Pour th dark stream of blood,A sleepy and reluctant river.Even as Thou drawest, with Thy eyes on mine,To me across the sense-bewildering floodThat holds my soul forever!Blessed be.