Poems (Tree)/The Scandal-Monger After All is Right
THE scandal-monger after all is right—The old and cunning voice with weary repetitionIs justified in all dull words and warnings.I see at last how you,Spendthrift of passionIn love's bankruptcy,Borrow new beauty from each passing face—How being too lavish you did stealFrom generous hands—You are the idol builder and the robber of temples,Praising with passionate psalmsThe thing you cannot worship—And yet your prayers have stirredBelief in us—We see beyond the false and weary faceInto your haggard soul and trust from pity—We hear beyond the idle music of your voice,A wisdom taught by crueltyAnd a tired scorn of treachery and guile—We see your wounds and weep,You meet our pity with a traitor's kiss—For, you are schooled in suffering and schooledIn teaching pain to others—And all that mob of furious accusationTo which you turn the cheek, or curse so well,Are but the ghosts of bodies you have murdered,That drive you on in vengeance to fresh crime.
1917