I know you love me better cold Strange as the pyramids of old Responselessly. But I am frail, and spent and weak With surging torrents that bespeak A living fire. So, like a veil, my poor disguise Is draped to save me from your eyes' Deep challenges. Fain would I fling this robe aside And from you, in your bosom hide Eternally. Alas! you love me better cold Like frozen pyramids of old Unyieldingly? |