What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?