Behold, Your House is Left Unto You Desolate
Alas, for Love and Truth and Faith, stone dead,
Borne down by Hate to death unnatural,
Stifled and poisoned! From the empty hall
To the dismantled chamber where the bed
Once held its breathing warmth, the soundless tread
Of sad ghosts goes by night. Timid and small
One creeps and glides; I saw her shadow fall
Behind me on the floor uncarpeted.
Poor wistful semblance of too weak remorse
Why have we met in your forsaken room,
Where the pale moon looks in on emptiness
And holds a lamp to ruin? Fragile force
You come too late, my cold heart is a tomb
Where love lies strangled in his wedding dress.
Borne down by Hate to death unnatural,
Stifled and poisoned! From the empty hall
To the dismantled chamber where the bed
Once held its breathing warmth, the soundless tread
Of sad ghosts goes by night. Timid and small
One creeps and glides; I saw her shadow fall
Behind me on the floor uncarpeted.
Poor wistful semblance of too weak remorse
Why have we met in your forsaken room,
Where the pale moon looks in on emptiness
And holds a lamp to ruin? Fragile force
You come too late, my cold heart is a tomb
Where love lies strangled in his wedding dress.
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