the rough intimacy of argument

the rough intimacy of argument
where whim of word is evermore made bent
that no unturnèd stone could be so left
by sound forgot by meaning made bereft

let in the crossing swords of this torment
each blow of wit die wither and repent
if harsher things may have been said the heft
of which sufficed to rend a heart be cleft

why would two souls engage such danger hence
on what were once harmonious euphonies
except by strange articulate consent?

that words may bite is known and no defence
can quite forestall the creeping chill that is
the rough intimacy of argument

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