Amy Lowell - Miscast I lyrics

I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating fringes of pa**ers-by, So sharp that the air would turn its edge Were it to be twisted in flight. Licking pa**ions have bitten their arabesques into it, And the mark of them lies, in and out, Worm-like, With the beauty of corroded copper patterning white steel. My brain is curved like a scimitar, And sighs at its cutting Like a sickle mowing gra**. But of what use is all this to me! I, who am set to crack stones In a country lane!