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From the New York Tribune, May 4, 1915<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Oh, do you remember the day of our fate,    In that mystical age of a dim, long ago\u2014When you were a princess and I was a slave,You throned in a palace, I chained in a cave,    In that land where the rivers of paradise flow?By chance you passed near me, I dared raise my eyes,    And love shot an arrow that through my heart drave;My soul broke its fetters and flew to your side;It called, and you listened and to it replied\u2014    Though you were a princess and I was a slave!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

We loved\u2014and they slew us! They called on the gods,    And the gods made them answer, and cruelly smote:\u201cYe gain not Nirvana!\u201d\u2014and we died as they spoke,But our death was not death\u2014we but slept, we awoke\u2014     And you were a cat, love, and I was a goat!And we fled from each other, we fled to find death;    For death we went crying, but nought could avail.Accursed we wandered, shunning cities and men,And when I next saw you and knew you again\u2014    Then you were a bear, love, and I was a whale!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The centuries dripped through the year-glass of time;    We were birds, we were fish, we were snakes, we were apes.One penance completed, the next would begin;We had loved, and the gods said our loving was sin,    And we roamed through the earth in a thousand brute shapes.But love, it was worth all the sorrow and shame,    All the pain that we bore, all the tears that we gave;For now it is ended\u2014there is nothing we owe;Our debts to the gods have been cancelled, and lo!\u2014    Again you\u2019re my princess, again I\u2019m your slave!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the New York Tribune, May 4, 1915. Oh, do you remember the day of our fate,    In that mystical age of a dim, long ago\u2014When you were a princess and I was a slave,You throned in a palace, I chained in a cave,    In that land where the rivers of paradise flow?By chance you passed near […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[34,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-new-york-tribune","category-newspapers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9285","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9285"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9285\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}