MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES 77
‘‘Come with me,” you whispered, ‘‘come, and let the
moon
Lend her light to madden us through the hours of
pleasure;
Let the dayspring pass and brighten into noon!
Yet no limit find our love, nor passion find a measure !”
O Madonna of the Golden Eyes!
Dawn brought reason back, and the violet eyes are
sadder,
O they were golden once, and I call them golden still!
Dawn has brought remorse, the sting of a foul swamp-
adder—
I hate you! beast of Hell! I have snapped Love’s
manacle!
O Murderess
of the hateful eyes!
O and you fix them on me, your lips curse now—'tis
fitter!
Snarl on! eat out your heart with the poison that is
its blood.
Speak! and her lips move now with blasphemies cruel
and bitter.
Slow the words creep forth as a sleepy and deadly
flood.
They glitter, those Satanic eyes!
‘“‘Beast! I gave you my soul and my body to all your
lust!