Imperatrix

Why have you come if for a moment only
Like dawn inviolate upon a hill?
Long with the need of you have I been lonely;
Now you will go and leave me lonelier still!
Cruel were my lips upon your mouth's keen gladness,
And fearful my soul betrayed in its unrest.
Oh you will go and leave me to my madness,—
And I had dreamed to fail against your breast!

Now is the distance looming dimmer and vaster
Between us, like dead suns in endless space.
Oh I shall run to meet my doom the faster
For all the stars (forgotten in your face)
That went down to imperial disaster,
Consumed in your imperial embrace!
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