Posted by The Lady Glencora on June 05, 1999 at 05:45:05:
Mercury’s sandals hang, unused, upon the wall.
The cunning staff, richly endowned with envious holy
Is far distant and turned from me.
I wander about my garden, hand out-stretched,
The delicate blossoms, all, just out of reach.
I am cursed, beauty forever bidden from my touch.
I rest my weary head upon silk sheets with satin pillows,
I soak them with my tears, I weep but only for myself,
My Lord, I bid thee leave, and thou left.