Tired beauty, bankrupt of time,
Your lost hours are counted
On the clocks of your lovers!
How many nights have they claimed
Till now you are sterile?
How many times has your vibrant losing shadow
Crossed strange reckless doorways,
And your once firm body in its petal flesh
Swayed down beside warm streams,
Like a willow bending her throat
To the grave of trembling waters?
Like a mystic stone in the earth
Is your own beauty sunk,
For death to claim.
Will one last fling from a lover’s bed
Identify you with the stone?
(Isobel Stone)
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