All the parts of me that bruised have healed,When you trace the scars, they form a constellation;I've nicknamed it Sirius,In hopes it shines as bright.
I wish I could say I am happy for you.It will be pleasing to claim a superior understanding of how the world works and how people sometimes don't.Truly, I am happy! For me,That you're off the menu of possible regrets.Now, when I think of you, you will not be the hero just the face from which I yanked the mask.
I'm at war with love and all the things it should be,All the standards I lifted from well sprung fairytales and failed to imprint on the maps of life.I've stained my hand with pretty paint and received a gruesome picture,So I've taken to sulking at the mishap,Because, no one warned me how messy love will be.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,