English poem
V
by T. E. Hulme (1883–1917)
Korè my heart is, let it stand sans gloze! Love's pain is long, and lo, love's joy is brief! My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where pleasure bows to all-usurping pain.