Introductory material

YOU will not lure me with your charms Or win me back again Because you held me in your arms And I forgot my pain. ’Twas not for you my spirit yearned That night of fierce desire; The flame in which we met and burned Drew from an alien fire. I shall not win my lady’s grace, Her eyes are still and cold; I may not find a resting-place Before my life grows old. One thought alone rejoicing stirs And shall, when all is done— That in your arms my soul met hers And we became as one.