1901 · CLOSE READING
The Soul of Osiris
The Soul of Osiris (1901), PDF p. 22
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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS.
“ THE TWO EMOTIONS.”
OW barren is the Valley of Delight !
Swift the gaunt hounds that nose the warm
close trail
Of all my love’s content ; in vain I veil
My secret of remorse ; from their keen sight
And scent my poor deception takes to flight.
I borrow perfume from young loves waxed pale ;
I borrow music from the nightingale.
In vain : she knows me, that I hate her quite.
Not altogether : in my patchwork brain
Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder.
Strange, that its own insatiable pain
Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder !
Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill,
I know that then my soul would love her still.
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