La Figlia Che Piange by T.S. Eliot — Read

O quam te memorem virgo . « «

Sranp on the highest pavement of the stair- / Lean on a garden urn-

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise- / Fling them to the ground and turn

With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:

But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,

So I would have had her stand and grieve,

So he would have left

As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,

As the mind deserts the body it has used.

I should find

Some way incomparably light and deft,

Some way we both should understand,

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather / Compelled my imagination many days,

Many days and many hours:

Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers. / And I wonder how they should have been together! / T should have lost a gesture and a pose.

Sometimes these cogitations still amaze

The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.