Love Cruel
Right true it is that once love's bacchanal
Had spent itself, and the devouring sea
Of passion slept, that unrelentingly
I heaped upon you bitterness, and all
That sears the heart and kills it, yea the gall
Poured down your throat, until you looked at me
With sad wan smile that was a silent plea,
Craving deliverance from the cruel thrall.
Right true it is I harass you with fears,
With sudden mood, indifference, sharp surprise:
I love you best. O sweetest, when the tears
Moisten the perfect crystal of your eyes,
And from their depths, as from mysterious meres,
The blinding mists of utter anguish rise.
Had spent itself, and the devouring sea
Of passion slept, that unrelentingly
I heaped upon you bitterness, and all
That sears the heart and kills it, yea the gall
Poured down your throat, until you looked at me
With sad wan smile that was a silent plea,
Craving deliverance from the cruel thrall.
Right true it is I harass you with fears,
With sudden mood, indifference, sharp surprise:
I love you best. O sweetest, when the tears
Moisten the perfect crystal of your eyes,
And from their depths, as from mysterious meres,
The blinding mists of utter anguish rise.
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