XII
This is an effort of prophetic skill
Not passing range of human calculation.
A woman gets exactly what she will
If she keeps willing it sans divagation.
To have me secretly and altogether
Yours is your will—unless your kisses lied.
Sooner or later we shall slip the tether
And all the world before us deep and wide
Gape like the abyss, through which we fall to find
Strange equilibrium without support,
Strange rapture without sense, and void of mind
Strange ecstasies that mock the name of thought.
Sooner or later, Lola! Circumstance
Bows before those who never miss a chance.
Not passing range of human calculation.
A woman gets exactly what she will
If she keeps willing it sans divagation.
To have me secretly and altogether
Yours is your will—unless your kisses lied.
Sooner or later we shall slip the tether
And all the world before us deep and wide
Gape like the abyss, through which we fall to find
Strange equilibrium without support,
Strange rapture without sense, and void of mind
Strange ecstasies that mock the name of thought.
Sooner or later, Lola! Circumstance
Bows before those who never miss a chance.
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