Kings have knelt, imploring, and only heard
On the lips they loved and longed for, reiterate "Nay,"
And the eyes of Beauty itself, perfect and pure
Have wasted useless tears; grown faded and dim,
And Love the Careless has not cast them a thought.
Still, if you wish to throw love away, throw it away!
If you desire to squander my gifts, do as you will
With values you never comprehended or even knew.
Once I saw the Summer of Love in your eyes,
Therefore to-day my hands are no longer free
I am dumb as the silent skies.
A lover is so defenceless. I only pray
That Fate in the future deal gentlier, Beloved, with you
Than you ever have dealt with me!
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