Iii

Oh, masquerader, With a hard face white-enamelled, What are you now? Do you care no longer how My heart is trammelled, Evader?

Is this you, after all, Metallic, obdurate With bowels of steel? Did you never feel?-- Cold, insensate, Mechanical!

Ah, no!--you multiform, You that I loved, you wonderful, You who darkened and shone, You were many men in one; But never this null This never-warm!

Is this the sum of you? Is it all nought? Cold, metal-cold? Are you all told Here, iron-wrought? Is this what's become of you?