MY HUSBANDS
I hearmy husbands marchingThe æons all adown:The shepherd boys and princes—From cavern unto crown.I hear in soft recessionThe praise they give to me;I hear them chant my titlesFrom all antiquity.But never do I answer,I might be overheard;Lose Love’s revised illusionsBy one unhappy word.I sit, a silent siren,And count my cavaliers;The men I wed in wisdom,The boys who taught me tears.To some I gave devotion,To some I kinked the knee;But there was one old wizardWho laid his spells on me.He showed me like a masterThat one rose makes a gown;That looking up to HeavenIs merely looking down.He marked me for the circle,Made magic in my eyes;He won me by revealingThe truth in all his lies.So, when I see that wizardAmong the marchers dim,I make the full court curtsyIn fealty to him.
I hearmy husbands marchingThe æons all adown:The shepherd boys and princes—From cavern unto crown.I hear in soft recessionThe praise they give to me;I hear them chant my titlesFrom all antiquity.But never do I answer,I might be overheard;Lose Love’s revised illusionsBy one unhappy word.I sit, a silent siren,And count my cavaliers;The men I wed in wisdom,The boys who taught me tears.To some I gave devotion,To some I kinked the knee;But there was one old wizardWho laid his spells on me.He showed me like a masterThat one rose makes a gown;That looking up to HeavenIs merely looking down.He marked me for the circle,Made magic in my eyes;He won me by revealingThe truth in all his lies.So, when I see that wizardAmong the marchers dim,I make the full court curtsyIn fealty to him.
I hearmy husbands marchingThe æons all adown:The shepherd boys and princes—From cavern unto crown.
I hearmy husbands marching
The æons all adown:
The shepherd boys and princes—
From cavern unto crown.
I hear in soft recessionThe praise they give to me;I hear them chant my titlesFrom all antiquity.
I hear in soft recession
The praise they give to me;
I hear them chant my titles
From all antiquity.
But never do I answer,I might be overheard;Lose Love’s revised illusionsBy one unhappy word.
But never do I answer,
I might be overheard;
Lose Love’s revised illusions
By one unhappy word.
I sit, a silent siren,And count my cavaliers;The men I wed in wisdom,The boys who taught me tears.
I sit, a silent siren,
And count my cavaliers;
The men I wed in wisdom,
The boys who taught me tears.
To some I gave devotion,To some I kinked the knee;But there was one old wizardWho laid his spells on me.
To some I gave devotion,
To some I kinked the knee;
But there was one old wizard
Who laid his spells on me.
He showed me like a masterThat one rose makes a gown;That looking up to HeavenIs merely looking down.
He showed me like a master
That one rose makes a gown;
That looking up to Heaven
Is merely looking down.
He marked me for the circle,Made magic in my eyes;He won me by revealingThe truth in all his lies.
He marked me for the circle,
Made magic in my eyes;
He won me by revealing
The truth in all his lies.
So, when I see that wizardAmong the marchers dim,I make the full court curtsyIn fealty to him.
So, when I see that wizard
Among the marchers dim,
I make the full court curtsy
In fealty to him.