THEME FOR A DRAMA
Oh how dost thou my simple words distort
To meanings which were never in my mind,
And make my deeds with such suspicions sort
As naught bat mere perversity could find!
How far apart are we that live together,
What worlds removed in spirit and in aim!
Shackled by bonds worn willingly by neither
How every casual spark breaks forth to flame!
And yet we should not quarrel were love dead:
Some compensation in indifference lies,
For then we care not what is done or said,
And jealousy no trifle magnifies;
This is the hell of our unhappy fate—
That we at once each other love and hate.
To meanings which were never in my mind,
And make my deeds with such suspicions sort
As naught bat mere perversity could find!
How far apart are we that live together,
What worlds removed in spirit and in aim!
Shackled by bonds worn willingly by neither
How every casual spark breaks forth to flame!
And yet we should not quarrel were love dead:
Some compensation in indifference lies,
For then we care not what is done or said,
And jealousy no trifle magnifies;
This is the hell of our unhappy fate—
That we at once each other love and hate.