This page has been validated.
And they have wondered that I should laugh!
Marvelled at the potent wines I quaff.
Marvelled that I should dance on their God's
dried flesh,
Shape a lute from a bone of His; weave a mesh
Of mirthless melody; that I should find Sin fair,
Circle her body and sleep in her odorous hair.
They have marvelled that I should mock the day,
Throw my veil over the sun and smile at Fate's
old play;
Lead my soul down the ribald, flowered path.
They have marvelled . . . they have wondered
that I should laugh.
Marvelled at the potent wines I quaff.
Marvelled that I should dance on their God's
dried flesh,
Shape a lute from a bone of His; weave a mesh
Of mirthless melody; that I should find Sin fair,
Circle her body and sleep in her odorous hair.
They have marvelled that I should mock the day,
Throw my veil over the sun and smile at Fate's
old play;
Lead my soul down the ribald, flowered path.
They have marvelled . . . they have wondered
that I should laugh.
I have looked too long through the hole
in my curtain.
in my curtain.
35
