For like ambassadors' the tongues of love
Are all arrogant and subtle and kept
Extraterritorial as distant lungs
Each breathe stolen as sovereignty slept;
And if a sudden distance hints of war
Grim structures strangling possibility
With ornate surrender behind closed doors,
And power rung in with old symbology;
So too may they be seen a-mingling
Offering strangenesses, playing the fool
In floral words with a distant jingling
Superior corruptions sweet and so cool.
But while love has life outside of wedlock,
Ambassadors have little without a dreadnought.