1901 · CLOSE READING
The Soul of Osiris
The Soul of Osiris (1901), PDF p. 56
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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS.
Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine,
The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, filled
From sin’s amazing cup. Oh, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, if your kisses maddened me or killed,
Mine, at the price of my damnation deep,
Mine, if you will, as once your glances willed !
Take me, or break me, slay or sooth to sleep,
If only yours one hour, one perfect hour,
Remembrance and despair and hope to steep
In the infernal potion of that flower,
My poisonous passion for your blood ! Behold !
How utterly I yield, how gladly dower
Our sin with my own spirit’s quenchéd gold,
Clothe love with my own soul’s immortal power,
Give thee my body as a fire to hold—
O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower !
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