I weave my verses of smiles and tears, <br />Gathered and shed for you, <br />I bind them up in the hopes of years, <br />Dear, will you read them through? <br /> <br />I write my ballads of joy and pain, <br />Cast at your heedless feet, <br />I set the words to a lost refrain, <br />Sing it but once, my Sweet! <br /> <br />I breathe my life into rhyme and song, <br />What shall I gain thereby? <br />The verse is poor, and the tune is wrong, <br />Kiss them and let them die.<br /><br />Radclyffe Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-118/
