Caustic

Certainly you gave me your heart,
I don't in the least deny it.
And a splendid heart it was,
Of white sea jade strewn over with ochre shadings and polished to the tip touch of brilliance.
I strung it on my watch-chain.
But then, I seldom wear a watch nowadays;
I do not need it to tell that the black sun
Is sinking into a sea of garnet flame.
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