Here among the savages we amble Apart from those not designated dear, Pleased to watch and wonder as we ramble, Playing with what else we'd have to fear. Yes, we are aware of what our game is Even as we hide behind our smiles, Arrested in perceiving what our shame is So long as custom clings and faith beguiles. There's neither love nor joy but in a gamble Each must lose before the stakes are clear, Revealing what, unknown, the heart reviles.