XXIII
I would, beloved, that I knew a way
Misleading things to say.
I'd mint my love into some golden guesses,
And weave a web of pregnant prettinesses.
First I would lure you in, then catch you out,
Resolved to teach you doubt.
Misleading things to say.
I'd mint my love into some golden guesses,
And weave a web of pregnant prettinesses.
First I would lure you in, then catch you out,
Resolved to teach you doubt.
Is there a way to learn to hide our love,
And so ourselves disprove?
Can this great certainty be self-denied
And moulded to a plaything of our pride?
And can we practise wanton abstinence
Even in self-defence?
And so ourselves disprove?
Can this great certainty be self-denied
And moulded to a plaything of our pride?
And can we practise wanton abstinence
Even in self-defence?
How could I dull my voice and dim my eye
Faced by your mockery?
How could I tame the tune and lull the light,
And steal a fear, for you, from my own fright?
When all the time you heard my thumping heart,
Too wise to play a part?
Faced by your mockery?
How could I tame the tune and lull the light,
And steal a fear, for you, from my own fright?
When all the time you heard my thumping heart,
Too wise to play a part?
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