Fiat Justitia

Yes, all is ended now, for I have weighed thee — Weighed the light love that has been held so dear — Weighed word, and look, and smile that have betrayed thee, The careless grace that was not worth a tear.

Holding these scales, I marvel at the anguish For thing so slight that long my heart has torn — For God's great sun the prisoner's eyes might languish, Not for a torch by some chance passer borne.

I do not blame thee for thy heedless playing On the strong chords whose answer was so full — Do children care, through daisied meadows straying, What hap befalls the blossoms that they pull?

Go on, gay trifler! Take thy childish pleasure — On thee, for thee, may summer always shine — Too stern were Justice should she seek to measure Thy fitful love by the strong pain of mine.