Monday, April 27, 2015

I Boasted Among Men That I Had Known You

I Boasted Among Men That I Had Known You.
They See Your Pictures In All Works Of Mine.
They Come And Ask Me, `who Is He?'
I Know Not How To Answer Them. I Say, `indeed, I Cannot Tell.'
They Blame Me And They Go Away In Scorn.
And You Sit There Smiling.

I Put My Tales Of You Into Lasting Songs.
The Secret Gushes Out From My Heart.
They Come And Ask Me, `tell Me All Your Meanings.'
I Know Not How To Answer Them.
I Say, `ah, Who Knows What They Mean!'
They Smile And Go Away In Utter Scorn.
And You Sit There Smiling.

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