The Coquette, and After (Triolets) I For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache for me While mine should bear no ache for you; For long – the cruel wish! – I knew How men can feel, and craved to view My triumph – fated not to be For long! . . . The cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache for me! II At last one pays the penalty – The woman – women always do. My farce, I found, was tragedy At last! – One pays the penalty With interest when one, fancy-free, Learns love, learns shame. . . . Of sinners two At last one pays the penalty – The woman – women always do! |
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