Irene's Dream
Nothing in this world ever is explained.
You will live sighing but to hear one word,
And you will die without it. It must be,
For you were happy when you were beloved,
And you were beautiful when you were happy:
But now you are not happy nor beloved,
And therefore are no longer beautiful.
Irene. He thinks it then
Meet homage to a pure and happy love
To falsify the past? Can a true love
Degrade the soul so?
You will live sighing but to hear one word,
And you will die without it. It must be,
For you were happy when you were beloved,
And you were beautiful when you were happy:
But now you are not happy nor beloved,
And therefore are no longer beautiful.
Irene. He thinks it then
Meet homage to a pure and happy love
To falsify the past? Can a true love
Degrade the soul so?
THE LAST FRAGMENT
The Doctor spoke her doom and went his way.
And she—soon as the quiverings of the flesh
That arc within the torture-chamber's door
Where Death is waiting, calmed themselves again—
Sank down upon herc ouch and thought and thought,
"I die who have not lived! Too late, too soon!
To die a martyr in the burning flame
Without the martyr's hope, the martyr's cause!
The restless strife to cease and nothing done!
For this I have loved, have lost and scorned my love,
And she—soon as the quiverings of the flesh
That arc within the torture-chamber's door
Where Death is waiting, calmed themselves again—
Sank down upon herc ouch and thought and thought,
"I die who have not lived! Too late, too soon!
To die a martyr in the burning flame
Without the martyr's hope, the martyr's cause!
The restless strife to cease and nothing done!
For this I have loved, have lost and scorned my love,
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