The Pallid Hue
Having agreed to part my love, How can I complain of my pallor to others? Claiming that it begot through him, Pallor creeps over my body with pride. He robbed me first of my beauty and shame, And gave in exchange sickness and pallor. His words I recollect and prowess I chant. Yet, how does pallor sneak in? There goes my lover and here comes the pallor To creep over my body. Darkness lies in wait for the lamp to go out, And pallor for the embrace to break. Locked in embrace, I turned a little. Seizing that moment, pallor seized me in full. Pallid has she become” blame everyone, But none say “He parted her”. If my lord who left me remains free of guilt, My pallor is worth all the grief. I don’t mind being called pallid, so long as They don’t blame him for causing it.