THE EYES OF BEAUTY

 YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; 
But all the sea of sadness in my blood 
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose, 
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.
 

In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er, 
That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate 
By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more 
Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate.
 

It is a ruin where the jackals rest, 
And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay-- 
A perfume swims about your naked breast! 

Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way! 
With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared 
Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!

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