Count To A Million Thread!

7498

Asleep … tired … or it malingers,

7499

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

7500

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

7501

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

7502

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

7503

Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,

7504

I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;

7505

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

7506

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

7507

And in short, I was afraid.

7508

And would it have been worth it, after all,

7509

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

7510

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

7511

Would it have been worth while,

7512

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,