(_After reading of the affectionate desire of Germany “to get
closer to France,” expressed by the German Secretary of State to
the British Ambassador at Berlin, as published in the British White
Papers._)
With love are you gone mad, O lover of France,
That you should be embracing with your arms
Her gory body for the gore that warms
Only a monster in his dalliance?
Alas! she is alive with her alarms,
Unwilling yet for the enraged romance.
Assault her sacredness of Paris, lance
Her flank with such a wound as has its charms.
For you who want for your obscene amours
The body of a soul that is not yours,
For you who want a wound to enter by,
For you who want a corpse upon your heart.
Coupling with France if France would only die,
Not yours the human vow: “_Till death us part!_”
_The Trend_ _Walter Conrad Arensberg_