Reconciliation
Reconciliation - meaning Summary
Loss of Poetic Inspiration
The speaker addresses a loved one whose absence has stripped away his poetic voice and left only grand, lifeless images of kings, helmets, and swords. He acknowledges others might blame her for removing the verses that once moved them. Amid a feverish mix of laughter and tears he urges discarding those hollow trappings and asks her to stay, admitting his thoughts are barren and he is chilled to the bone without her.
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