Frederik van Eeden

To Lady W.

(having hurt her love for land and queen.)

Stung by the thorn of sharp iniquities,
   I let the bitter joy of harsh words stain
   my lips, no longer willing to retain
bare anger covered by courteous disguise,

and did not heed to add another pain
   to all those hidden in her patient eyes,
   knowing it well, but caring in no-wise
   to soften the keen edge of my disdain.

But when the night came, from its shadows black
I called the image of those soft eyes back
   and drank their gentle gaze until I slept . . .

   into my melting heart sweet envy crept
   gainst him who might their gentle pardon claim
   meeting it with a mothers gentler name.


Bron: Van de Passielooze Lelie. Verzen door Frederik van Eeden, waarbij zijn opgenomen de "Enkele Verzen", Amsterdam (W. Versluys) 1901, 54.
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