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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
KACH
How would it bring you bliss, Proud woman, if you knew the truth of this? The Judge' knows that I practised no deceit ; And if, in happiness that veiled no cheat, In frank and open joy to you [ bent My worship, bitter is my punishment. What thought was in my mind it matters not; Knowledge by which no profit can be got By any in the three worlds, mine alone, My own peculiar gricf—if that be known, What good can come? ‘Tis vain to argue now Whether I love or not; my neck I bow Beneath my destined task. Heaven’s hours
may drag
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