IX. The Inconstant Lover

IX

THE INCONSTANT LOVER

He speaks
Oh, Little Blue, at your door I wish to be,
At your door that once was blue and open wide,
But now is closed. At your door, I wish to be
Oh, my little breath! Oh, my little heart!

She speaks
To Comanche girls you paid those words, those eyes!
Your wish concerns me not and I can't be blamed
For that! It was under guns that you dared to pay!