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You listen, And frown, I suppose, that I never mention That beautiful word, FORGIVE! YOU LISTEN AND FROWN I SUPPOSE THAT I NEVER MENTION THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD FORGIVE
ed a little To give to their sight new joys -- new sorrows -- Or nothing at all, sometimes. I was watching The slow, sweet scenes of a golden picture, Flushed and alive with a long delusion That made the murmur of home, when I shuddered And felt like a knife that awful silence That comes when the music goes -- forever. The truth came over my life like a darkness Over a forest where one man wanders, Worse than alone. For a time I staggered And stumbled on with a weak persistence After the phantom of hope that darted And dodged like a frightened thing before me, To quit me at last, and vanish. Nothing Was left me then but the curse of living And bearing through all my days the fever And thirst of a poisoned love. Were I stronger, Or weaker, perhaps my scorn had saved me, Given me strength to crush my sorrow With hate for her and the world that praised her -- To have left her, then and there -- to have conquered That old false life with a new and a wiser, -- Such things are easy in words. HE CURTAIN OF LIFE JUST THEN IS LIFTED A LITTLE TO GIVE THEIR SIGHT NEW JOYS NEW SORROWS OR NOTHING AT ALL SOMETIMES I WAS WATCHING THE SLOW SWEET SCENES OF A GOLDEN PITCHER FLUSHED AND ALIVE WITH A LONG DELUSION THAT MADE THE MURMUR OF HOME WHEN I SHUDDERED AND FELT LIKE A KNIFE THAT AWFUL SILENCE THAT COMES WHEN THE MUSIC GOES FOREVER THE TRUTH CAME OVER MY LIFE LIKE A DARKNESS OVER FOREST WHERE ONE MAN WANDERS WORSE THAN ALONE FOR A TIME I STAGGERED AND STUMBLED ON WITH A WEAK PERSISTENCE AFTER THE PHANTOM OF HOPE THAT DARTED AND DODGED LIKE A FRIGHTENED THING BEFORE ME TO QUIT ME AT LAST AND VANISH NOTHING WAS LEFT OF ME THEN BUT THE CURSE OF LIVING AND THE BEARING THROUGH ALL MY DAYS THE FEVER AND THIRST OF A POISONED LOVE WERE I STRONGER OR WEAKER PERHAPS MY SCORN SAVED ME GIVING ME THE STRENGTH TO CRUSH MY SORROW WITH HATE OF HER FOR THE WORLD THAT PRAISED HER TO HAVE LEFT HER THEN AND THERE TO HAVE CONQUERED THAT OLD FALSE LIFE WITH A NEW AND WISER SUCH THINGS ARE EASY IN WORDS
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