If I may not keep both I must
Kiss your hand - Good-by, good-by!
Let His love fail or I cease to trust
Endlessly her .... See, our love is dust; -
You shall answer the charge, not I!
Cold and cruel you call -
Heart-lightless - her eyes of blue,
And her hair of gold a mesh to fall
Tangled in - spread for me and all ...
Dare I deem the hard words true?
Vulgar of spirit, too dull
For higher hopes and fears
Than the little measure, scant or full,
Of evil and good, in the narrow school
Taught by the days and years, -
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