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. 

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.