It ended, and the morrow brought the task: Her eyes were guilty gates that let him in By shutting all too zealous for their sin: Each suck'd a secret, and each wore a mask. But, oh the bitter taste her beauty had! He sicken'd as at breath of poison-flowers: A languid humour stole among the hours. And if their smiles encounter'd, he went mad, And...Learn More

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...Learn More