I had lost in the game of chance
The child’s and the mother’s food,
When I left the dice in their dance
And stumbled into the wood.
My head was numb with the wine,
My feet were dazed with the loss;
Naught but my body was mine
And I lay down in the moss.
Each tree reared like a cloud
A fury of overhead;
I was deep in the darkness, bowed
By the fate that ate my bread.
My body bent to those blows,
My spirit wilted in the flood,
But I had not a thing more to lose
Who had lost the sense of good.
I had lost in the game, was beaten
But the storm piled cloud on cloud;
O senseless heaven! to threaten
Long after your victim is cowed!
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