The scandal-monger after all is right —...

The scandal-monger after all is right —

The old and cunning voice with weary repetition

Is justified in all dull words and warnings.

I see at last how you,

Spendthrift of passion

In love's bankruptcy,

Borrow new beauty from each passing face —

How being too lavish you did steal

From generous hands —

You are the idol builder and the robber of temples,

Praising with passionate psalms

The thing you cannot worship —

And yet your prayers have stirred

Belief in us —

We see beyond the false and weary face

Into your haggard soul and trust from pity —

We hear beyond the idle music of your voice,

A wisdom taught by cruelty

And a tired scorn of treachery and guile —

We see your wounds and weep,

You meet our pity with a traitor's kiss —

For, you are schooled in suffering and schooled

In teaching pain to others —

And all that mob of furious accusation

To which you turn the cheek, or curse so well,

Are but the ghosts of bodies you have murdered,

That drive you on in vengeance to fresh crime.