 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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SHAMELESS LOVE.
Thy food my body, and my blood thy wine;
My soul, too, thine, to tread beneath thy feet:
While thus my hair is gold and my breast sweet,
Most rapturous is this shameful life of mine.
But time must come, between my life and thine,
When I must leave the heaven of this heat,
And through the cold, gray twilight go to meet
That night wherein no stars nor moon may shine.
My soul, too, thine, to tread beneath thy feet:
While thus my hair is gold and my breast sweet,
Most rapturous is this shameful life of mine.
But time must come, between my life and thine,
When I must leave the heaven of this heat,
And through the cold, gray twilight go to meet
That night wherein no stars nor moon may shine.
A rose, then, withered by fierce passion's sun,
Left soiled and trampled in the public way;
A broken wine-cup emptied of delight:
Yet would I not, to triumph o'er that day,
Give up one wild, sweet moment of this night,
That finds once more love's tune of joy begun.
Left soiled and trampled in the public way;
A broken wine-cup emptied of delight:
Yet would I not, to triumph o'er that day,
Give up one wild, sweet moment of this night,
That finds once more love's tune of joy begun.
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