Modern Love XXVI: Love Ere He Bleeds

 Love ere he bleeds, an eagle in high skies,
Has earth beneath his wings: from reddened eve
He views the rosy dawn.
 In vain they weave
The fatal web below while far he flies.

But when the arrow strikes him, there's a change.

He moves but in the track of his spent pain,
Whose red drops are the links of a harsh chain,
Binding him to the ground, with narrow range.

A subtle serpent then has Love become.

I had the eagle in my bosom erst:
Henceforward with the serpent I am cursed.

I can interpret where the mouth is dumb.

Speak, and I see the side-lie of a truth.

Perchance my heart may pardon you this deed:
But be no coward:--you that made Love bleed,
You must bear all the venom of his tooth!

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