Dream-Flowers
Strange that you should divide
Our love into two halves,
When I make one perfect whole.
I shall snatch the thunder
And throw it at the man.
He deems me weak and helpless.
I say to you not a word.
Know that you are facing a mountain.
’Tis the punishment
I lay upon you this half-day.
At last I made my love confess
That two women share his heart.
With that knowledge gained, alas,
I now repent my foolish art.
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