Modern Love III: This Was the Woman

 This was the woman; what now of the man? 
But pass him.
 If he comes beneath a heel, 
He shall be crushed until he cannot feel, 
Or, being callous, haply till he can.
 
But he is nothing:--nothing? Only mark 
The rich light striking out from her on him! 
Ha! what a sense it is when her eyes swim 
Across the man she singles, leaving dark 
All else! Lord God, who mad'st the thing so fair, 
See that I am drawn to her even now! 
It cannot be such harm on her cool brow 
To put a kiss? Yet if I meet him there! 
But she is mine! Ah, no! I know too well 
I claim a star whose light is overcast: 
I claim a phantom-woman in the Past.
 
The hour has struck, though I heard not the bell!

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