And here desire, not to be kissed away.
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
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Thou keep’st thy rose-leaf
Think’st thou that Death will kiss thee?Think’st thou that the Dark HouseWill find thee such a loverAs I? Will the new roses miss thee?Prefer my cloak unto the cloak of dust‘Neath which the last year lies,For thou shouldst more mistrustTime than my eyes.
They say the roads of Sanso are steep,
The walls rise in a man’s face,Clouds grow out of the hillat his horse’s bridle.Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin,Their trunks burst through the paving,And freshets are bursting their icein the midst of Shoku, a proud city.Men’s fates are already set,There is no need of asking diviners.