 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE CUP OF SIN.
That golden cup—she put it from her twice,
With hands indignant that no speck had stained,
And with a bosom pure, that fiercely strained
Against the semblance of the sweetest vice;
With hands indignant that no speck had stained,
And with a bosom pure, that fiercely strained
Against the semblance of the sweetest vice;
No splendid poison could one whit entice
Those virgin lips, by the poor pleasure gained,
To barter for the pangs with sin ordained,
The peace and freedom that alone suffice.
Those virgin lips, by the poor pleasure gained,
To barter for the pangs with sin ordained,
The peace and freedom that alone suffice.
But late one evening, lo! an angel came,
Into her maiden sanctuary to sup,
And offered her once more the glittering cup;
Into her maiden sanctuary to sup,
And offered her once more the glittering cup;
And then at last she felt the burning flame
Of love within her woman's breast rise up,
And in the passion she forgot the shame.
Of love within her woman's breast rise up,
And in the passion she forgot the shame.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |