A QUESTION

«Tell me», one day to a poet said
        A deep, brutal man,
«If you had to choose between seeing dead
Your wife whom you do love so well
And the loss complete, irreparable,
        Of your verses all, instead -
Which loss would you rather feel?»

The poet glanced with sudden woe
And deep distress at him who so
Broke with a question ill‑foreseen
His inner silence half‑serene,
And he did not answer; and the other
Smiled, as elder to younger brother:
The tortured glance of startled sense
And sudden self‑knowledge intense
And newness of self‑consciousness
Was bitter, as ev'n he could guess.
More than a smile were violence.