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''L'Apparition' of Gustave Moreau
THESE jewel-cloured walls, gemmed
Salome,
This Queen uneasy by her cankered lord,
This muffled headsman rigid as his sword
(Like a basalt Death hewn for idolatry,
Or Death itself in passive cruelty
Waiting to be recognized and adored)
Through incensed thunder-darkness long have
pored
Upon thy steps, seeming to say to thee
"Dance while thou canst, hot Salomè ; life lies
Thy slim throne-shaking feet to snakes are bare."
Will the repellant King not cry at last
“Involuntary stricken duliast,
What starry horror draws thine abject stare
While jolted jewels goad they flashing thighs ?"
(1899.)
Gordon Bottomley