Modern Love VI: It Chanced His Lips Did Meet

 It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool.
 
She had no blush, but slanted down her eye.
 
Shamed nature, then, confesses love can die: 
And most she punishes the tender fool 
Who will believe what honours her the most! 
Dead! is it dead? She has a pulse, and flow 
Of tears, the price of blood-drops, as I know, 
For whom the midnight sobs around Love's ghost, 
Since then I heard her, and so will sob on.
 
The love is here; it has but changed its aim.
 
O bitter barren woman! what's the name? 
The name, the name, the new name thou hast won? 
Behold me striking the world's coward stroke! 
That will I not do, though the sting is dire.
 
Beneath the surface this, while by the fire 
They sat, she laughing at a quiet joke.

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