Account Me Not... (verse)
Stuart, Henry Longan
Account Me Not . . . Account me not disgenuine that I wear My Nessus-shirt of misery still bedeckt With pitiful tinsel favors, still affect Old fashions of flowers for the thorns I bear— Nor,...
...Her arms my warders are, and surer—stronger Their sweet compulsion grows than song could teach, Since I must suffer and the art is mine, To trick her torments and her pains refine...
...Friend, I have known you long—but sorrow longer...
...She has no subtlety but my wit can reach...
...Henry Longan Stuart...
...Account Me Not . . . Account me not disgenuine that I wear My Nessus-shirt of misery still bedeckt With pitiful tinsel favors, still affect Old fashions of flowers for the thorns I bear— Nor, having made you confidant to my care, Its worth to question and its shows suspect, Bid me now change its utterance, now inflect Anew its moods of passion or despair...
Vol. 2 • October 1925 • No. 23
