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4363126Words for the Chisel — Ballad of Typical LoversGenevieve Taggard
Ballad of Typical Lovers
They are untrue by fits and starts,
And each goes gray with grief;
They both break ardent beauty and their hearts
Believing love is brief;

She wantons with a new man
Against the day love fails;
In hell, on a wooden woman,
The hangs with kisses for nails.

And love is always under
Their feet, wherever they move;
Too late to mend their blunder
How sick they are now, of Love!

They loathe each other and wonder
What strange thing has them bound:

Too late, they grope and falter
Together, when they have found
The bond they aged to alter
Was solid as the ground.

Too late, too late;—for never
Will love be anything
But acrid flesh, forever,
And restlessness, in spring.