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No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents. - Ezra Pound

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 All thought of prowess, valiant deeds and fame
 Would leave me on this suffering earth when on
 Your lovely face I gazed that glowed and shone
 Before me in its simple wooden frame.

 But your fate to another you surrendered,
 You left, and I... I flung into the night
 The cherished ring... Between us all was ended...
 Your dear face dimmed  and faded from my  sight.

 The days, cursed swarm, whirled onward, from me fleeing;
 I was consumed by passion, numbed by wine...
 Once, in my thoughts, in church I seemed to see you,
 And called: "Where are you, long lost youth of mine?.."

 I called - you never turned; I wept, a deadly
 Weight on my  heart - you did not see or care.
 A blue cloak you threw on and stepped out sadly
 Into the waiting night, by rain made drear.

 Have you, my dear one, tender one, found solace,
 And shelter for your pride?.. My eyes closed tight,
 I dream of your blue cloak, remembered always,
 In which you walked away into the night.

 For ever gone my dreams of fame and passion;
 All's in the past - youth, love... They've had their day...
 Your picture in its frame, one simply fashioned,
 With my own hand I put far, far away.

1908