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THE AWAKENING
Lo! my love was not my love.
Stonily my heart cried:
“Take a fool for master,
Turn, brain, O faster,
While the jingling bells repeat
Much the chaff and little wheat
Behind a pair of soul-lit eyes
You a soul would fain surprise.
Non ewise as he you ne'er could know.
Because a sweet tongue tells you so.
All his deeds were done before;
All his thoughts a borrowed store.
Said I, “He is heaven-sent
With his thinking brows so bent,”
This false light that made my day
Was the sun's reflected ray,
Dancing broken on the wave
Of ignorance, nor can I save
One tossing spark of foolish light
To make a beacon for my night
Blind for love's sweet sake to be,
Seeing is a misery.”
