Girl To A Soldier On
Love!
You love me — your
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too muchI let you — I repine.
I love you - Titan lover,
My own storm-days Titan.
Greater than the son of Zeus,
I know whom I would choose.
Titan — my splendid rebel —The old
Wanes like a ghost before your power —His pangs were joys to yours.
Pallid days arid and
Tied your soul fast.
Babel-cities smoky
Pressed upon your
Weary gyves.
What were
But a word in the brains ways,
Or the sleep of Circes swine.
One gyve holds you yet.
It held you hiddenly on the
Tied from my heart at home.
O must it loosen now? — I
You were bound with the old gyves.
Love! you love me — your
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much.
I let you - I repine.
