â€œBe calm? And was I frantic? Youâ€™ll have me laughing soon. Iâ€™m calm as this Atlantic, And quiet as the moon; I may have spoken faster Than once, in other days; For Iâ€™ve no more a master, And nowâ€”â€˜Be calm,â€™ he says.
â€œFear not, fear no commotion,â€” Iâ€™ll be as rocks and sand; The moon and stars and ocean Will envy my command; No creature could be stiller In any kind of place Than I â€¦ No, Iâ€™ll not kill her; Her death is in her face.
â€œBe happy while she has it, For sheâ€™ll not have it long; A year, and then youâ€™ll pass it, Preparing a new song. And Iâ€™m a fool for prating Of what a year may bring, When more like her are waiting For more like you to sing.
â€œYou mock me with denial, You mean to call me hard? You see no room for trial When all my doors are barred? You say, and youâ€™d say dying, That I dream what I know; And sighing, and denying, Youâ€™d hold my hand and go.
â€œYou scowlâ€”and I donâ€™t wonder; I spoke too fast again; But youâ€™ll forgive one blunder, For you are like most men: You are,â€”or so youâ€™ve told me, So many mortal times, That heaven ought not to hold me Accountable for crimes.
â€œBe calm? Was I unpleasant? Then Iâ€™ll be more discreet, And grant you, for the present, The balm of my defeat: What she, with all her striving, Could not have brought about, Youâ€™ve done. Your own contriving Has put the last light out.
â€œIf she were the whole story, If worse were not behind, Iâ€™d creep with you to glory, Believing I was blind; Iâ€™d creep, and go on seeming To be what I despise. You laugh, and say Iâ€™m dreaming, And all your laughs are lies.
â€œAre women mad? A few are, And if itâ€™s true you sayâ€” If most men are as you areâ€” Weâ€™ll all be mad some day. Be calmâ€”and let me finish; Thereâ€™s more for you to know. Iâ€™ll talk while you diminish, And listen while you grow.
â€œThere was a man who married Because he couldnâ€™t see; And all his days he carried The mark of his degree. But youâ€”you came clear-sighted, And found truth in my eyes; And all my wrongs youâ€™ve righted With lies, and lies, and lies.
â€œYouâ€™ve killed the last assurance That once would have me strive To rouse an old endurance That is no more alive. It makes two people chilly To say what we have said, But youâ€”youâ€™ll not be silly And wrangle for the dead.
â€œYou donâ€™t? You never wrangle? Why scold then,â€”or complain? More words will only mangle What youâ€™ve already slain. Your pride you canâ€™t surrender? My nameâ€”for that you fear? Since when were men so tender, And honor so severe?
â€œNo moreâ€”Iâ€™ll never bear it. Iâ€™m going. Iâ€™m like ice. My burden? You would share it? Forbid the sacrifice! Forget so quaint a notion, And let no more be told; For moon and stars and ocean And you and I are cold.â€