DELILAH

Why comest thou with those grand eyes of thine To lure me as the cruel light the moth, To my destruction.—Long ago my wrath Cooled its white heat in pity’s depths divine. There was a time when full of bitter hate I could have crushed thee—but that time is past, And tho’ I needs must love thee to the last, Tempt me not now—it is too late, too late. Apart for evermore our paths must lie, Such love as thine can only bring a curse. I would be better for my love, not worse, So go while I have strength to say “Good-bye.”