Who shall explain to me the tragedy

Of love unrequited? Of deferred hope

That wearily treads the downward slope

Of untimely death? The sweetest melody

Is hushed before the final harmony

Has soothed the discord of the tortured soul

Struggling through conflicts towards its goal

To pierce the enigma of life: to solve its mystery.

Perhaps after all there is no enigma here,

No mystery to solve because there is no mystery,

Only the painted shadow of a huge mockery

Whose pretence we see through when we near

And gaze intently at its empty vacancy,–

No magic, no beauty, but only a hideous leer.