“There we will wander, you and I, 

Down guilty and delightful ways, 

While palm-trees plait their fingers high

Against your God’s enormous gaze.

“For oh—the joy of two and two

Your Paradise shall never see, 

The ecstasy of me and you, 

The white delight of you and me.

“I know the penalty—the clutch

Of God’s great rocks upon my keel. 

Drowned in the ocean of Too Much— 

So ends your thief—yet let me steal....”

 The Slave of God she froze her face,

 The Slave of God she paid no heed,

 And, thund’ring down high Heaven’s space,

 Loud angels mocked the sailor’s greed.

 The diamond sun arose, and tossed

 A billion gems across the sea.

“The Slave of God is lost, is lost,

The Slave of God is lost to me....”

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