1901 · CLOSE READING
The Soul of Osiris
The Soul of Osiris (1901), PDF p. 55
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THE COURT OF THE PROFANE.
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A SAINT’S DAMNATION.
OU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes
That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream
Of my desire, you make my lips your prize,
And on them burns the whole life’s hope : you deem
You buy a heart ; but I am well aware
How my damnation dwells in that supreme
Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare,
And pass the dewy twilight of our sin
In the intolerable flames of hair
That clothe my body from your head ; you win
The devil’s bargain ; I am yours to kill,
Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin !
O bitter love, consuming all my will !
O love destroying, that hast drained my life
Of all those fountains of dear blood that fill
My heart ! O woman, would I call you wife ?
Would I content you with one touch divine
To flood your spirit with the clinging strife
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