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Poems (Bibesco)/XXIV

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4629386Poems — XXIVElizabeth Bibesco
XXIV
"Always I'll love you!" Then you sigh:With foolish white-faced miseryAnd tell me tales of loves that die.
You say: "I'm weary of the lieThat lovers call eternityGiving to love an alibi,"
But "tis most wanton to despiseThe old-established verities,That grant illusions to the wise.
In the tired darkness of your eyesI've found my chosen paradise;And if they lie—God give me lies!
My darling, what a goose you areTo plant a doubt in every star.