I
AH, stern, cold man, | |
| How can you lie so relentless hard | |
| While I wash you with weeping water! | |
| Do you set your face against the daughter | |
| Of life? Can you never discard | 5 |
| Your curt prides ban? | |
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| You masquerader! | |
| How can you shame to act this part | |
| Of unswerving indifference to me? | |
| You want at last, ah me! | 10 |
| To break my heart | |
| Evader! | |
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| You know your mouth | |
| Was always sooner to soften | |
| Even than your eyes. | 15 |
| Now shut it lies | |
| Relentless, however often | |
| I kiss it in drouth. | |
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| It has no breath | |
| Nor any relaxing. Where, | 20 |
| Where are you, what have you done? | |
| What is this mouth of stone? | |
| How did you dare | |
| Take cover in death! | |
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II
Once you could see, | 25 |
| The white moon show like a breast revealed | |
| By the slipping shawl of stars. | |
| Could see the small stars tremble | |
| As the heart beneath did wield | |
| Systole, diastole. | 30 |
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| All the lovely macrocosm | |
| Was woman once to you, | |
| Bride to your groom. | |
| No tree in bloom | |
| But it leaned you a new | 35 |
| White bosom. | |
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| And always and ever | |
| Soft as a summering tree | |
| Unfolds from the sky, for your good, | |
| Unfolded womanhood; | 40 |
| Shedding you down as a tree | |
| Sheds its flowers on a river. | |
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| I saw your brows | |
| Set like rocks beside a sea of gloom, | |
| And I shed my very soul down into your thought; | 45 |
| Like flowers I fell, to be caught | |
| On the comforted pool, like bloom | |
| That leaves the boughs. | |
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III
Oh, masquerader, | |
| With a hard face white-enamelled, | 50 |
| What are you now? | |
| Do you care no longer how | |
| My heart is trammelled, | |
| Evader? | |
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| Is this you, after all, | 55 |
| Metallic, obdurate | |
| With bowels of steel? | |
| Did you never feel? | |
| Cold, insensate, | |
| Mechanical! | 60 |
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| Ah, no!you multiform, | |
| You that I loved, you wonderful, | |
| You who darkened and shone, | |
| You were many men in one; | |
| But never this null | 65 |
| This never-warm! | |
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| Is this the sum of you? | |
| Is it all nought? | |
| Cold, metal-cold? | |
| Are you all told | 70 |
| Here, iron-wrought? | |
| Is this whats become of you? | |