THOU art my love br And thou art the peace of sundown br When the blue shadows soothe br And the grasses and the leaves sleep br To the song of the little brooks br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love, br And thou art a storm br That breaks black in the sky br And, sweeping headlong, br Drenches and cowers each tree br And at the panting end br There is no sound br Save the melancholy cry of a single owl br Woe is me! br br Thou art my love br And thou art a tinsel thing br And I in my play br Broke thee easily br And from the little fragments br Arose my long sorrow br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art a weary violet br Drooping from sun-caresses. br Answering mine carelessly br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art the ashes of other men's love br And I bury my face in these ashes br And I love them br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art the beard br On another man's face br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art a temple br And in this temple is an altar br And on this altar is my heart br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art a wretch. br Let these sacred love-lies choke thee br For I am come to where I know your lies as truth br And your truth as lies br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art a priestess br And in thy hand is a bloody dagger br And my doom comes to me surely br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art a skull with ruby eyes br And I love thee br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And I doubt thee br And if peace came with my murder br Then would I murder br Woe is me. br br Thou art my love br And thou art death br Aye, thou art death br Black and yet black br But I love thee br I love thee br Woe, welcome woe, to me.