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Believe me, The love that dies ere its flames are wasted In search of an alien soul is better, Better by far than the lonely passion That burns back into the heart that feeds it. BELIEVE ME THE LOVE THAT DIES ERE ITS FLAMES ARE WASTED AND SEARCH OF AN ALIEN SOUL IS BETTER BY FAR THAN THE LONELY PASSION THAT BURNS BACK INTO THE HEART THAT FEEDS IT
re 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. You listen, And frown, I suppose, that I never mention That beautiful word, FORGIVE! -- I forgave her First of all; and I praised kind Heaven That I was a brave, clean man to do it; And then I tried to forget. Forgiveness! What does it mean when the one forgiven Shivers and weeps and clings and kisses The credulous fool that holds her, and tells him A thousand things of a good man's mercy, And then slips off with a laugh and plunges Back to the sin she has quit for a season, To tell him that hell and the world are better For her than a prophet's heaven?  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 YOU LISTEN AND FROWN I SUPPOSE THAT I NEVER MENTION THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD FORGIVE I FORGAVE HER FIRST OF ALL AND I PRAISE KIND HEAVEN THAT I WAS BRAVE CLEAN MAN TO DO IT AND THAT I TRIED TO FORGET FORGIVENESS WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN THE ONE FORGIVEN SHIVERS AND WEEPS AND CLINGS AND KISSES THE CREDULOUS FOOL THAT HOLDS HER AND TELLS HIM A THOUSAND THINGS OF GOOD MAN'S MERCY AND THEN SLIPS OFF WITH A LAUGH AND PLUNGES BACK TO THE SIN SHE HAS QUIT FOR A SEASON TO TELL HIM THAT HELL AND THE WORLD ARE BETTER FOR HER THAN A PROPHET'S HEAVEN
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