Moaning Idiot Heart

Tomorrow waits me at my gates
 while all my yesterdays swarm near
 And one mouth whines, too late,
 too late and one is dumb with fear 

Was this the all that life could give
 Me, who from cradle hungered on,
 body and soul aflame to live,
 giving my all and then be gone 

Have done with moaning, idiot heart
 if it so be that love has wings,
 I with my shears will find an art
 to still her flutterings 

Wrench of that bandage to will I
 and show the wimp she's blind indeed
 Hot irons shall prove my mastery
 She shall not weep but bleed 

And when at last I journey where,
 all thought of you I must resign
 Will the least memory of me be fair
 or will you even my ghost malign 

I wake and watch when the moon is here,
 a shadow tracks me on
 And I, darker than my shadow,
 fear her fabulous inconsistency 

Have done with moaning, idiot heart
 if it so be that love has wings,
 I with my shears will find an art
 to still her flutterings 

Your maddening face befools my eyes
 Your hand I wake to feel
 Lost in deep midnight's black surmise
 its touch my veins congeal 

And when at last I journey where,
 all thought of you I must resign
 Will the least memory of me be fair
 or will you even my ghost malign