She has been burning palaces. ."To see The sparks look pretty in the wind?." Well, yes .-And something more. But women brave as she Leave much for cowards such as I to guess.
But this is old, so old that everything Is ashes here .- the woman and the rest.Two years are oh! so long. Now you may bring Some newer pictures. You like this one best?
You wish that you had lived in Paris then? You would have loved to burn a palace, too?But they had guns in France, and Christian men Shot wicked little Communists, like you.
You would have burned the palace? Just because You did not live in it yourself! Oh! Why?Have I not taught you to respect the laws?You would have burned the palace. Would not I?
Would I? Go to your play. Would I, indeed? I? Does the boy not know my soul to beLanguid and worldly, with a dainty need For light and music? Yet he questions me.
Can he have seen my soul more nearer than I? Ah! in the dusk and distance sweet she seems,With lips to kiss away a baby's cry, Hands fit for flowers, and eyes for tears and dreams.
Can he have seen my soul? And could she wear Such utter life upon a dying face,Such unappealing, beautiful despair, Such garments .- soon to be a shroud .- with grace?
Has she a charm so calm that it could breathe In damp, low places till some frightened hour;Then start, like a fair, subtle snake, and wreathe A stinging poison with a shadowy power?
Would I burn palaces? The child has seen In this fierce creature of the Commune here,So bright with bitterness and so serene, A being finer than my soul, I fear.
