No, I will go alone. br I will come back when it's over. br Yes, of course I love you. br No, it will not be long. br Why may you not come with me?— br You are too much my lover. br You would put yourself br Between me and song. br br If I go alone, br Quiet and suavely clothed, br My body will die in its chair, br And over my head a flame, br A mind that is twice my own, br Will mark with icy mirth br The wise advance and retreat br Of armies without a country, br Storming a nameless gate, br Hurling terrible javelins down br From the shouting walls of a singing town br br Where no women wait! br Armies clean of love and hate, br Marching lines of pitiless sound br Climbing hills to the sun and hurling br Golden spears to the ground! br Up the lines a silver runner br Bearing a banner whereon is scored br The milk and steel of a bloodless wound br Healed at length by the sword! br br You and I have nothing to do with music. br We may not make of music a filigree frame, br Within which you and I, br Tenderly glad we came, br Sit smiling, hand in hand. br br Come now, be content. br I will come back to you, I swear I will; br And you will know me still. br I shall be only a little taller br Than when I went.br br Edna St.