By Captain Fuller
in "Equinox I.iii supl." p. 55ff
This version as selected in
"Diary of a Drug Fiend"
Chapters 2 & 3. Set to verse
O Thou golden wine of the sun,
That art poured over the dark breasts of night!
I adore Thee, Evoe!
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I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou crimson vintage of life,
That are poured into the jar of the
grave!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou red cobra of desire,
That are unhooded by the hands of girls!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou burning sword of passion,
That are torn on the anvil of flesh!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou mad whirlwind of laughter,
That art meshed in the wild locks of folly!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou Dragon-prince of the air,
That art drunk on the blood of the sunsets!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou fragrance of sweet flowers,
That art wafted over blue fields of air!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou foursquare Crown of Nothing,
That circlest the destruction of Worlds!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou snow-white chalice of Love,
That art filled up with the red lusts of man!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou vampire Queen of the Flesh,
Wound as a snake around the throats of men!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou fierce whirlpool of passion,
That art sucked up by the mouth of the sun!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou outrider of the Sun,
That spurrest the bloody flanks of the wind!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou dancer with gilded nails,
That unbraidest the star hair of the night!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou bird-sweet river of Love,
That warblest through the pebbly gorge of Life!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou storm-drunk breath of the winds,
That pant in the bosom of the mountains!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou low moan of fainting maids,
That art caught up in the strong sobs of Love!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou scarlet dragon of flame,
Enmeshed in the web of a spider!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou naked virgin of love,
That art caught in a net of wild roses!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou sparkling wine-cup of light,
Whose foaming is the heart's blood of the stars!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou frail bluebell of moonlight,
That art lost in the gardens of the stars!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou trembling breast of the night,
That gleamest with a rosary of moons!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou summer softness of lips,
That glow hot with the scarlet of passion!
I adore Thee, Evoe!
I adore Thee, IAO!
O Thou tortured shriek of the storm,
That art whirled up through the leaves of the woods!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou bright star of the morning,
That art set betwixt the breasts of the Night!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou purple breast of the storm,
That art scarred by the teeth of the lightning!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee,
IAO!
O Thou unvintageable dew,
That art moist on the lips of the Morn!
I adore Thee,
Evoe!
I adore Thee, IAO!