ONE AND ONE
Reading edition
Do you hate me, you! Sitting quietly there, With the burnished hair That frames the two Deep eyes of your face In a smooth embrace.
And you say naught, And I never speak; But you rest your cheek On your hand, a thought Showing plain as the brow Goes wrinkling now.
Of what do you think, Sitting opposite me, As you stir the tea That you do not drink, And frown at nought With those brows of thought.