TURN from me then, if so you must! I only said that we were fools who thus obeyed Proprieties which dead men made To keep the living flesh forever dust. But I shall know that if your face is hid (Turned as it is to your still instrument) It is because you fear assent And even lack the courage to forbid! But there's a meaning in that sudden chord Unless I have misread It says in fire what a word Would strike in lead. Come then, the chord is touched, a promise given That ends not this side of heaven. |