Chapter 21 from The Purpling by Spinster

Tame, what does that mean? An act often left to neglect.
To me, you are a boy, and just like every little boy.
To you, I am a fox, and just like every other fox,
But, if you tame me, it will be as if the sun shone on my life.
One only understands the things, the things which one has tamed.

Oh, no good at all. Then it has done you no good at all.

You never wished me harm but I desired to be tamed.
Your step calls me like music out of hiding in my den.
The hour draws near where you must leave and I am going to cry
But you have hair like gold. Wheat fields bring back the thought of you,
And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat.

Oh, no good at all. Then it has done you no good at all.
It has, because of the color of the wheat fields

Go and look again at the roses. You will understand what I mean.
You are not at all like my Rose; one could not die for you.
She is more important than all the hundreds of other roses,
Because it is she that I have protected;
Because it is for her that I have killed.

Oh, no good at all. Then it has done you no good at all.
It has, because of the color of the wheat fields.
It has done me good.

What is essential is invisible to the eye.
We become responsible, forever, for what we have tamed.
One runs the risk of weeping if one lets oneself be tamed.

It has done me good.
It has, because of the color of the wheat fields.
It has done me good.

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