The Dark Angel, by Lionel Johnson
Dark Angel, with thine aching lust
To rid the world of penitence:
Malicious Angel, who still...
Poems by Lionel Johnson
Mystic and Cavalier, by Lionel Johnson
Go from me: I am one of those, who fall.
What! Hath no cold wind swept your heart at all,
In ...
The Red Wind, by Lionel Johnson
Red Wind from out the East:
Red Wind of blight and blood!
Ah, when wilt thou have ceased
Thy...