Beside A Monstrous Jewish Whore I Lay

Beside a monstrous Jewish whore I lay One night, we were two corpses side by side, And came to dream beside this hired bride Of beauty my desire had turned away. I saw again her native majesty, Her gaze empowered with a strength and grace, Her hair a perfumed casque around her face, An image that revived the love in me. For I would fervently have kissed your flesh, From your sweet feet up to your sable hair Unrolled the treasure of a deep caress, If on some evening, with a simple tear, o queen of cruelty! you had devised To dim the brilliance of those soulless eyes.