Arthur Henry Adams - Antagonists lyrics

WHAT though the neutral sea sever us twain? In the still night your soul in mine I take; Your eyes, hilarious with pa**ion, wake, And love's delirium is mine again, When all your body's warmth swirled in my brain— Your face uplifted like a pallid lake Where in my eager lips their thirst could slake, With deep-sighed, langourous kisses, keener than pain. Then suddenly through pa**ion's rosy mists A shudder trickled, like a stream of blood: In a grim pause we felt and understood. The everlasting war that was our fate— The pitiless struggle and primeval hate Of old implacable antagonists.