JEZEBEL 
11 
 
 
 
 
 
A SAINT’S DAMNATION. 
 
YOU buy my spirit with those peerless 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 
 
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 !