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Eros Turannos

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 She fears him, and will always ask 
What fated her to choose him; 
She meets in his engaging mask 
All reason to refuse him.
But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years, Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him.
Between a blurred sagacity That once had power to sound him, And Love, that will not let him be The Judas that she found him, Her pride assuages her almost As if it were alone the cost-- He sees that he will not be lost, And waits, and looks around him.
A sense of ocean and old trees Envelops and allures him; Tradition, touching all he sees, Beguiles and reassures him.
And all her doubts of what he says Are dimmed by what she knows of days, Till even Prejudice delays And fades, and she secures him.
The falling leaf inaugurates The reign of her confusion; The pounding wave reverberates The dirge of her illusion.
And Home, where passion lived and died, Becomes a place where she can hide, While all the town and harbor side Vibrate with her seclusion.
We tell you, tapping on our brows, The story as it should be, As if the story of a house Were told, or ever could be.
We'll have no kindly veil between Her visions and those we have seen-- As if we guessed what hers have been, Or what they are or would be.
Meanwhile we do no harm, for they That with a god have striven, Not hearing much of what we say, Take what the god has given.
Though like waves breaking it may be, Or like a changed familiar tree, Or like a stairway to the sea, Where down the blind are driven.

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