You cannot guess?—false devil that you are!
To Cruelty’s add calm’s analysis!
You love me? Yes—then crown me a bearded Sar
Bull-breasted by my sleek Semiramis!
Did you not hear those men below? They spoke
Of one I think you have forgotten long;
Talked of his ruined life—half as a joke—
But I— But I—it is my whole heart’s song!
I love you when I think of his pale lips
Twitching, and all his curls of gold awry;
Your smile of poison as he sighs and sips;
Your half-scared laughter as his heart-beats
die—
Let him creep on, a shattered, ruined thing!
A ship dismasted on a dreadful sea!
And you—afar—some word of largesse fling
Pitifully worded for more cruelty!
His death lends savour to our passionate life ;
His is the heart I taste upon your tongue;
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