An exaltation of desire! Such awesome capacity for praise and devotion!
The passage is dense, switching smoothly between voices, reinforcing the continuity of lover and beloved, the embodiment of the most high in playful embrace with the magician, the tangled kisses of "the red lips of nature and the black lips of perfection."
The "sure consciousness of ecstasy" is like poison, which can be ameliorated only by a bezoar stone of the beloved, Adonai. The heart craves rapture, dissolution, unity. The heart craves "the great ablution, the dissolving of the soul in that resounding bliss."
Yet the heart's agony, the "fire that flieth with green wings through the world of waters," anoints and protects, and also serves as the instrument of Adonai. It is a "wine whose savour thou knowest not," which will be poured out for the world.
Only then, in fulfillment, will the serpent finally have its feast.
"But all we say and do, however casually, adds up to more, far more, than our most strenuous Operations. 'Take care of the pence, and the pounds will take care of themselves.'" - Commentaries of AL