 | Caprices |  |
7
LOVE'S COMEDY
To Arthur Bartleet
I
He waits at her door in the midnight;
A light in her window gleams,
A square in the dim great houses
That fairer than fancy seems.
A light in her window gleams,
A square in the dim great houses
That fairer than fancy seems.
But the days of his love are over,
They have passed to the past and in vain
He waits for her now in the silence
And the first faint fall of the rain.
They have passed to the past and in vain
He waits for her now in the silence
And the first faint fall of the rain.
II
He wandered through the lonely London night,
Her old sweet words of love rang in his ears,
Her breasts and arms were firebrands in his sight
To sere his soul as red-hot iron seres.
Her old sweet words of love rang in his ears,
Her breasts and arms were firebrands in his sight
To sere his soul as red-hot iron seres.
8
The days of love more sweet that they were dead,
The rose-red hours of passion slaying sleep,
The voice and face whereon his life had fed,
These burned before his eyes that could not weep.
The rose-red hours of passion slaying sleep,
The voice and face whereon his life had fed,
These burned before his eyes that could not weep.
III
They dined and in their talk heard languidly
The band that played light songs and tunes the while;
His love on some new lover's arm goes by....
He bows and gives a slight ironic smile,
The band that played light songs and tunes the while;
His love on some new lover's arm goes by....
He bows and gives a slight ironic smile,
Then to his friend relates that love of his,
Her merits and her lack of heart or brain,
While moralizing on the foolish bliss
Bought with a little gold, a little pain.
Her merits and her lack of heart or brain,
While moralizing on the foolish bliss
Bought with a little gold, a little pain.
| Caprices | |