Poems
Alien and silent where strange eyes
Gaze on me marvelling, I move,
Stern, obdurate—my keen replies
Earn me some fear, but little love.
I am as one who wakes and dares
Scarce sleep, lest caught in the night's snares
Death shall come on him unawares.
Gaze on me marvelling, I move,
Stern, obdurate—my keen replies
Earn me some fear, but little love.
I am as one who wakes and dares
Scarce sleep, lest caught in the night's snares
Death shall come on him unawares.
The king has stooped to call me friend—
We hold long converse, warily—
His balanced questions strive to rend
The veil that lies 'twixt him and me.
With half-distrustful confidence
He probes with hands nervous and tense
The inner workings of my sense.
We hold long converse, warily—
His balanced questions strive to rend
The veil that lies 'twixt him and me.
With half-distrustful confidence
He probes with hands nervous and tense
The inner workings of my sense.
I scheme; yet only is this thing
Clear to my understanding—strength
Clear to my understanding—strength
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