78 MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES
Beast! I am damned in Hell for the kisses we
sucked from death!
Now remorse is yours, and love is fallen in dust—
I shall seek Him again for its sacramental breath !
Yes, fear the gold that glitters from these eyes!”
She took a dagger, and I could not stir.
She pierced my silent fascinated breast.
She held me with the deadly look of her.
I cried to Mary in the House of Rest:
‘““O Madonna of the Virgin eyes!”
I pierced him to the very soul: I took
His whole life’s love to me before he died:
Mad kisses mingled that enduring look
Of death-caught passion: in his death he cried,
“‘O Madonna of the Golden Eyes!”