Futility (verse)
Madeleva, Sister M.
futility I have to dress you in your shroud, (A crude device, by no means new) And look on you who are so proud, To worms consigned, to ashes bowed, To keep my heart from loving you. I have to...
...Sister M. Madeleva...
...I have to call your faults by roll, (Who once had sought to find them few) To scrutinize your flaws of soul, Then memorize and cite the whole, To keep myself from wanting you...
...And when I painfully have taught My mind to scorn you and forget, I look upon the thing I've wrought So futilely...
...I love you and I want you yet...
...It comes to naught...
Vol. 3 • February 1926 • No. 16
