Автор: | Киплинг Д. Р. |
Категория: | Стихотворение |
THE OLDEST SONG
«For before Eve was Lilith.» - Old Tale.
«These were never your true love's eyes. |
Why do you feign that you love them? |
You that broke from their constancies, |
And the wide calm brows above them! |
This was never your true love's speech. |
Why do you thrill when you hear it? |
You that have ridden out of its reach |
This was never your true love's hair, - |
You that chafed when it bound you |
Screened from knowledge or shame or care, |
In the night that it made around you!» |
«All these things I know, I know. |
And that's why my heart is breaking!» |
«Then what do you gain by pretending so?» |
«The joy of an old wound waking.» |