T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Irony
By Olga Mishkin(1921) HE loves me—I know it, | |
| And yet my heart—it weeps, | |
| And the sad, gloomy night weeps with it; | |
| And the moaning of the plaintive winds | |
| Echoes my sighs. | 5 |
| I tire—and soon my heavy head rests its somber weights upon a cushion of down. | |
| I slumber—and I dream; | |
| Dear dreams that fill my false heart with joy, | |
| When— | |
| A kiss burns my lips; | 10 |
| A fond embrace scorches my shrinking body; | |
| A merry, joyous laughter rings in my burning ears, | |
| And I awake— | |
| I see—my master before me. | |
| But my thoughts? | 15 |
| Far, far away they have flown | |
| To him who loves me, | |
| And whom I dare to love…. | |
| Another kiss—another passionate embrace, | |
| And he—the keeper of my wretched body laughs again—happily, | 20 |
| And I? | |
| I laugh too, | |
| With bitterness…. | |