The Decadent
Among the virile hosts he passed along, Conspicuous for an undetermined grace Of sexless beauty. In his form and face God's mighty purpose somehow had gone wrong. Then on his loom, he wove a careful song, Of sensuous threads; a wordy web of lace Wherein the primal passions of the race And his own sins made wonder for the throng. A little pen prick opened up a vein, And gave the finished mesh a crimson blot - The last consummate touch of studied art. But those who knew strong passion and keen pain, Looked through and through the pattern and found not One single great emotion of the heart.
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"Among the virile hosts he passed along,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Ella Wheeler Wilcox delivers a powerful performance in "The Decadent"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...