Make me the liquid by your vase contained

One glance at you and all my peace is gone

When I remember how I closed against

Once more this anguish seethes within my breast

I burn your letters into ashes gray

There is no answer to this "wherefore? why?"

And yet beneath the heart's disquiet lies

My heart beats in remembered harmonies

I wonder if you'll ever realize

I keep remembering your eyes somehow

No sleep upon these eyes somehow

No sleep upon these eyes can ever descend

By candle-light you held my hand. Gently

Depart from me. The likes of you and I

Here will I lie expecting you, dear love

Yes, come to me tomorrow. Come and try

Wear high and proudly your defeat, my heart

But how can pride exist between us, Love

To think that once within these hands was cupped

How can I drink of lesser waters, I

If there be neither soul nor life hereafter

I saw the lights of Hongkong glinting gold

'Your eyes of velvet". Thus you circumscribed

Here then your picture. Here the kiss that I

Your letter came. With fumbling fingers cold

Beckon with but your eyes and I shall flay

Dearest, it is for you alone that I

For you have made a fool of me, destroyed

I have but heart to five, my precious one

If beauty excites you, then I wish I were

So like a startled maya bird, awya

But, Love, I did not ask that you explain

Confused, perplexed, you watch my eyes grow dim

Here where the blazing brilliant blues of sky

Say not that we are far apart, beloved

Across the land and seas that separate

How can you prate to me of love, when love

With the blush of virgin day you shall yet come

A fairy died somewhere, somehow today

If we must part, beloved, let us part in peace

When we shall part (for this we surely shall)

Farewell, my love, the end is yet to be

Dearest, I wake. The dream is gone and now

I heard the bells of Kyoto ringing clear

Stifle back the sob. It is worth naught

Who said the mind remembered? Ah, no lie

And so we smile forlorn, estranged, resigned

A world stands between us now. Across

Confess you love, 'tis all I ned to know?

Shall I, with smile receive your smile; my hand

"Tis not the loss I mourn sine I possessed

Come, come down, Heloise for you and I

I shall not yield although he storms my castle

Betrayed, the coward heart upon its knees

On one another yeat we shall in time

And yet when all is done, why speak of vengeance?

Who speaks of death when life is in the offing?