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? | |