Page:Hephaestus, Persephone at Enna, and Sappho in Leucadia.djvu/48

 :The world is paved with gold, and wing by wing
 * Drear autumn fields and valleys dark with rain
 * Re-waken with the birds of Memory!


 * All time your words were tuned to madden men;
 * And I am drunk with these sweet pleadings, soft
 * As voices over many waters blown.


 * Hear me, for by those gods you fear the most
 * There is a fire within me burns away
 * All pity, and some Hate, half-caged, may eat
 * Thro’ all its bars!


 * Not till your mouth’s
 * Sad warmth droops unto mine!


 * Yours once I was,
 * And once, indeed, I watched you tread me down
 * And trample on my whitest flower of youth;
 * And long amid my poor dead roses lay,
 * Stifling with sorrow, and still held my peace,
 * Hoping thro’ all that pain for better things.
 * Down to this day I raised no voice in wrath
 * But bowed my head beneath your heel, and smiled
 * With quiet mouth and most unhappy eyes,
 * And saw my woman’s soul go thin and starved.
 * But now I warn you that the tide has turned;
 * Touch nevermore these hands, for my torn heart
 * Is desperate, and given not to words.