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…. | |