Poems (Bibesco)/XXIV
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XXIV
"Always I'll love you!" Then you sigh:
With foolish white-faced misery
And tell me tales of loves that die.
With foolish white-faced misery
And tell me tales of loves that die.
You say: "I'm weary of the lie
That lovers call eternity
Giving to love an alibi,"
That lovers call eternity
Giving to love an alibi,"
But "tis most wanton to despise
The old-established verities,
That grant illusions to the wise.
The old-established verities,
That grant illusions to the wise.
In the tired darkness of your eyes
I've found my chosen paradise;
And if they lie—God give me lies!
I've found my chosen paradise;
And if they lie—God give me lies!
My darling, what a goose you are
To plant a doubt in every star.
To plant a doubt in every star.