She dealt her pretty words like Blades [F458 / J479] lyrics

She dealt her pretty words like Blades—

How glittering they shone—

And every One unbared a Nerve

Or wantoned with a Bone—

She never deemed—she hurt—

That—is not Steel’s Affair—

A vulgar grimace in the Flesh—

How ill the Creatures bear—

To Ache is human—not polite—

The Film upon the eye

Mortality’s old Custom—

Just locking up—to Die.