I was wan and weary with life ; my sick soul yearned for death;
I was weary of women and war and the sea and the wind's wild breath;
I cull'd sweet poppies and crush'd them, the blood ran rich and red:--
And I cast it in crystal chalice and drank of it till I was dead.
(Felo De Se)
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I wonder, do you knowHow gladly, gladly I had died
(And life was very sweet that tide)
To save you from the least, light ill?
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These things I scarcely knew; to-day,
When love is lost and hope is fled,
The song you sang so long ago
Rings in my head.
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Alas, alas, such idle thoughts are vain!
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Thereby ran on of Art and Life our speech;
And of the gifts the gods had given to each--
Hope unto you, and unto me Despair.
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You've robbed my life of many things--
Of love and hope, of fame and pow'r.
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And now my love is dead that loved not me.
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