Algernon Charles Swinburne - Sonnet for a Picture lyrics

That nose is out of drawing. With a gasp, She pants upon the pa**ionate lips that ache With the red drain of her own mouth, and make A monochord of colour. Like an asp, One lithe lock wriggles in his rutilant grasp. Her bosom is an oven of myrrh, to bake Love's white warm shewbread to a browner cake. The lock his fingers clench has burst its hasp. The legs are absolutely abominable. Ah! what keen overgust of wild-eyed woes Flags in that bosom, flushes in that nose? Nay! d**h sets riddles for desire to spell, Responsive. What red hem earth's pa**ion sews, But may be ravenously untripped in hell?