Circe

By EDGAR DANIEL KRAMER

Though you have made me a ghostly shadow,
 A wraith of the glory that might have been;
Though you kissed my mouth, then laughed and led me
 Into the shadowy ways of sin;
Though you took my youth like a fragrant flower
 To cast it from you a withered bloom;
Though my dreams are dead and faith lies broken,
 The while I grope through a world of gloom;
Though you held me close on your lips of rapture,
 As the red rose dings to the gleaming dew;
Though you broke my heart, then laughed and left me,
 If you would call, I would come to you!