1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE<br/></span> <span class="i3 headstyle">OR TO BLAME HER</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over,<br/></span> <span class="i1">But if to praise or blame you, cannot say.<br/></span> <span class="i0">For, who decries the loved, decries the lover;<br/></span> <span class="i1">Yet what man lauds the thing he's thrown away?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Be you, in truth, this dull, slight, cloudy naught,<br/></span> <span class="i1">The more fool I, so great a fool to adore;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But if you're that high goddess once I thought,<br/></span> <span class="i1">The more your godhead is, I lose the more.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Dear fool, pity the fool who thought you clever!<br/></span> <span class="i1">Dear wisdom, do not mock the fool that missed you!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Most fair,&mdash;the blind has lost your face for ever!<br/></span> <span class="i1">Most foul,&mdash;how could I see you while I kissed you?<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So ... the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="large" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />