Stars of the Desert/Love the careless
Love the Careless
Death one knows, and can meet, and torture and war,
All the varied horrible things of life.
But a lover is so defenceless. He cannot return
An open stab from the one beloved, or a secret thrust,
He has laid down his arms, and can but accept the words that burn
Into the depth of his soul. What can I do?
Though you shatter trust
And sin in every way that man can sin against Love.
I cannot enter the strife,
Cannot even implore,
Upbraid, reprove,
For I loved, and thrice cursed fool that I am! I love you still.
All that I had of passion, of power, even of life,
Was laid at your feet. It did not avail me aught.
Does it ever avail?
All that was ever given or done or dared
If the one beloved be unwilling, can only fail.
Yet I know the value of what I have given—of Love.
The silver and gold of the Earth are no bribes for Him,
Nor will He stoop to a lure.
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!