Dark Angel, with thine heavy wings,
And eyes that watch, my spirit flings
Itself before thee in the dust,
A soul consumed by endless lust.
And eyes that watch, my spirit flings
Itself before thee in the dust,
A soul consumed by endless lust.
English poet and critic, associated with the Decadent movement. Known for his intense, often melancholic, verse.
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