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Have done no evil and want no aid,

Will live the old life out and chance the new.


And your sentence is written all the same,
And I can do nothing, pray, perhaps :

But somehow the world

If I pray, if I curse,


pursues its game,

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for better or worse:

And my faith is torn to a thousand scraps,

And my heart feels ice while my words breathe flame.


Dear, I look from my hiding-place.

Are you still so fair? Have you still the eyes? Be happy! Add but the other grace,

Be good! Why want what the angels vaunt?

I knew you once: but in Paradise,

If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face.





STOP, let me have the truth of that!
Is that all true? I say, the day
Ten years ago when both of us

Met on a morning, friends
as thus
We meet this evening, friends or what?

Did you

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- because I took your arm
And sillily smiled, "A mass of brass
That sea looks, blazing underneath! "

While up the cliff-road edged with heath,
We took the turns nor came to harm



you consider, "Now makes twice
That I have seen her, walked and talked
With this poor pretty thoughtful thing,
Whose worth I weigh: she tries to sing;
Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice;


"Reads verse and thinks she understands; Loves all, at any rate, that's great, Good, beautiful; but much as we

Down at the bath-house love the sea, Who breathe its salt and bruise its sands:


"While... do but follow the fishing-gull That flaps and floats from wave to cave! There's the sea-lover, fair my friend!

What then? Be patient, mark and mend! Had you the making of your skull?"


And did you, when we faced the church
With spire and sad slate roof, aloof
From human fellowship so far,

Where a few graveyard crosses are,
And garlands for the swallows' perch,


Did you determine, as we stepped

O'er the lone stone fence, "Let me get Her for myself, and what's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?


"Schumann's our music-maker now;

Has his march-movement youth and mouth? Ingres 's the modern man that paints; Which will lean on me, of his saints?

Heine for songs; for kisses, how?"


And did you, when we entered, reached
The votive frigate, soft aloft
Riding on air this hundred years,
Safe-smiling at old hopes and fears,
Did you draw profit while she preached?


Resolving, "Fools we wise men grow!
Yes, I could easily blurt out curt

Some question that might find reply

As prompt in her stopped lips, dropped eye, And rush of red to cheek and brow:


"Thus were a match made, sure and fast, 'Mid the blue weed-flowers round the mound Where, issuing, we shall stand and stay

For one more look at baths and bay, Sands, sea-gulls, and the old church last


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"A match 'twixt me, bent, wigged and lamed,
Famous, however, for verse and worse,
Sure of the Fortieth spare Arm-chair
When gout and glory seat me there,
So, one whose love-freaks




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"And this young beauty, round and sound As a mountain-apple, youth and truth With loves and doves, at all events

With money in the Three per Cents; Whose choice of me would seem profound:


"She might take me as I take her.

Perfect the hour would pass, alas!

Climb high, love high, what matter? Still,
Feet, feelings, must descend the hill:
An hour's perfection can't recur.


"Then follows Paris and full time


For both to reason: Thus with us! She'll sigh,Thus girls give body and soul At first word, think they gain the goal, When 't is the starting-place they climb!


'My friend makes verse and gets renown;
Have they all fifty years,

his peers
He knows the world, firm, quiet and gay;
Boys will become as much one day :

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They're fools; he cheats, with beard less brown.


"For boys say, Love me or I die!

He did not say, The truth is, youth

I want, who am old and know too much;
I'd catch youth: lend me sight and touch!
Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dry!'


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"While I should make rejoinder (then

It was, no doubt, you ceased that least Light pressure of my arm in yours) ·


"I can conceive of cheaper cures For a yawning-fit o'er books and men.



All I am, was, and might be,
All, books taught, art brought, life's whole strife,
Painful results since precious, just

Were fitly exchanged, in wise disgust,
For two cheeks freshened by youth and sea?


"All for a nosegay! what came first;

With fields on flower, untried each side;

I rally, need my books and men,

And find a nosegay:' drop it, then, No match yet made for best or worst!"


That ended me. You judged the porch
We left by, Norman; took our look
At sea and sky; wondered so few

Find out the place for air and view;
Remarked the sun began to scorch;


Descended, soon regained the baths,
And then, good-bye! Years ten since then :
Ten years! We meet you tell me, now,
By a window-seat for that cliff-brow,
On carpet-stripes for those sand-paths.


Now I may speak: you fool, for all

Your lore!

WHO made things plain in vain ?

What was the sea for? What, the


Sad church, that solitary day, Crosses and graves and swallows' call?


Was there nought better than to enjoy?

No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through

Into eternity, our due?

No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?


No wise beginning, here and now,

What cannot grow complete (earth's feat)
And heaven must finish, there and then?
No tasting earth's true food for men,
Its sweet in sad, its sad in sweet?


No grasping at love, gaining a share
O' the sole spark from God's life at strife
With death, so, sure of range above

The limits here? For us and love,
Failure; but, when God fails, despair.


This you call wisdom? Thus you add
Good unto good again, in vain?
You loved, with body worn and weak;
I loved, with faculties to seek :
Were both loves worthless since ill-clad ?


Let the mere star-fish in his vault

Crawl in a wash of weed, indeed, Rose-jacynth to the finger-tips:

He, whole in body and soul, outstrips Man, found with either in default.


But what's whole, can increase no more,

Is dwarfed and dies, since here 's its sphere.

The devil laughed at you in his sleeve!


You knew not? That I well believe;

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