The Laboratory Analysis

ANCIEN REGIME

I

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy—
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

II

He is with her; and they know that I know
Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow
While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear
Empty church, to pray God in, for them!—I am here.

III

Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste,
Pound at thy powder,—I am not in haste!
Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things,
Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's.

IV

That in the mortar—you call it a gum?
Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come!
And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue,
Sure to taste sweetly,—is that poison too?

V

Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,
What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!
To carry pure death in an earring, a casket,
A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree-basket!

VI

Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give,
And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!
But to light a pastille, and Elise, with her head,
And her breast, and her arms, and her hands, should drop dead!

VII

Quick—is it finished? The colour's too grim!
Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim?
Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir,
And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!

VIII

What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me—
That's why she ensnared him: this never will free
The soul from those strong, great eyes,—say, "No!"
To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go.

IX

For only last night, as they whispered, I brought
My own eyes to bear on her so, that I thought
Could I keep them one-half minute fixed, she would fall,
Shrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all!

X

Not that I bid you spare her the pain!
Let death be felt and the proof remain;
Brand, burn up, bite into its grace—
He is sure to remember her dying face!

XI

Is it done? Take my mask off! Nay, be not morose,
It kills her, and this prevents seeing it close:
The delicate droplet, my whole fortune's fee—
If it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?

XII

Now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill,
You may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!
But brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings
Ere I know it—next moment I dance at the King's!

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so did evryone like this book, i thought it was good

| Posted on 2009-10-12 | by a guest

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it is very personal and vicious and quotes that instead of being at the kings dancing she is making the poison which is quite sad.

| Posted on 2009-05-18 | by a guest

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I Love this poem, it's built on an foundation made of jealousy and Hate! The Use of the first person narrative also gives us an glimpse of the character state of mind! It's also quite ironic, the poisoner is poisoning her victim, she then says "beside, can it ever hurt me?" she doesn't even know that she is poisoned already poisoned with jealousy.

| Posted on 2008-06-29 | by a guest

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I love this poem it offers so much insight into the mind of someone hurt by a lover and i simply adore the time before now!
Human?
Think so, weird!

| Posted on 2008-04-20 | by a guest

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I LOVE THIS POEMS, IT INDICATES MANY FACINATING IDEAS AND HOW THEY USED TO DO STUFF IN THE OLD ERA.
NO IM NOT A HUMAN - WTF??

| Posted on 2008-02-01 | by a guest