The eyes of Herod look not upon Her,
The painted angel of some delicate lust
Who treads on snake-like lives as if they were dust;
There's not a Serpent that is eviller.
Her eyes have in them more than Satan's pride;
A little mouth that loves and hates and lies:
What Cross between the hollows of her Eyes
Brings back the Image of the Crucified?
The Eyes Of Herod
written byArthur Symons
© Arthur Symons
