Helen of Troy And Other Poems (65)

    L.Oh, my sweet lord, I am too tired to kiss.Look how the earth is like an emerald,With rivers veined and flawed with fallow fields.

    K.（Lifting her veil）Then I kiss you, a thousand thousand kissesFor all the days ere I had won to youBeyond the walls and gates you barred so close.Call me at last your love, your castle's lord.

    L.（After a pause）I love you. （She kisses him.Her veil blows away like a white butterflyover the parapet.Faint cries and laughter from men and womenunder the tower.） Men and Women.The veil, the lady's veil！ （The knight¹ takes the lady in his arms.） L.My lord, I pray you loose me from your armsLest that my people see