The Cord

Who have lain in a bitter bed

Nor space nor hours may part.

Through severance are they wed,

And deep division of heart.

Happy lovers may find

Other breasts for their ease,

Other hands to be kind,

And in far places peace.

Happy lovers may know

The fruitful kiss again;

In a golden sun they will sow

Their hearts with the silver grain.

Who over a hateful board

Have drunk the poisoned wine

Shall never untangle the cord,

The roots of the sterile vine.