E
N . da
C. Andrade .
* FRAGMENT.
DECAUSE
your
face
is
with
me
in
the
dark
Wrought
out
in
fire
and
unattainable
air,
Because
the
past
is with me and
despair ,
Kindling
the blackness
bright with many
a spark
Of memory
to make me writhe
and
weep :
Because
I cannot
sleep
For
thorny
to my side
is
all
my bed
,
And
all
the
night
is
stubble
to
my
soul
,
And
all
my pillow
nettles
to
my head
Because my mouth
demands
a
spell
to
say
,
And
misery
demands her
lawful toll
Of inexpressive
words
,
which
I
must
pay
,
I
set my hands
towards
you
through
the
gloom
,
I
set my painful love against
the beat
Of my
blood
's
fountain
,
set
aside
the
throng
Of devils
,
bid
your
presence
fill
the
room
,
I
cry
to
you
,
and
call
your
shadow
sweet
,
I
make
your
name
the
tenour
of
my
song
,
Thoralis
,
Thoralis
,
Thoralis
—