You came, The tapestries of love Were shining in the sun, My wishes settled down content About you as you stood. I looked into your cryptic eyes And thought I understood; But no,— The splendor of your gaudy robe Grew dimmer day by day, I wondered, Searched within my soul to seize the mystery. The answer staggered me, Aghast, Like one at bay, I gazed with open eyes of thought upon you, God! 'twas true— A mockery, a parody, Had come to me—in you! |