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. . . There,    listen:    When love goes out, and a man is driven To shun mankind for the scars that make him A joke for all chattering tongues, he carries A double burden. THERE LISTEN WHEN LOVE GOES OUT AND A MAN IS DRIVEN TO SHUN MANKIND FOR THE SCARS THAT MAKE HIM A JOKE FOR ALL CHATTERING TONGUES HE CARRIES THE DOUBLE BURDEN
me, But they were a short support: the present Pushed them away, and I fell. The mission Of life (whatever it was) was blasted; My game was lost. And I met the winner Of that foul deal as a sick slave gathers His painful strength at the sight of his master; And when he was past I cursed him, fearful Of that strange chance which makes us mighty Or mean, or both. I cursed him and hated The stones he pressed with his heel; I followed His easy march with a backward envy, And cursed myself for the beast within me. But pride is the master of love, and the vision Of those old days grew faint and fainter: The counterfeit wife my mercy sheltered Was nothing now but a woman, -- a woman Out of my way and out of my nature. My battle with blinded love was over, My battle with aching pride beginning. If I was the loser at first, I wonder If I am the winner now! . . . I doubt it. My life is a losing game; and to-morrow -- To-morrow! -- Christ! did I say to-morrow? . . . Is your brandy good for death? H AND THE FARCE WAS OVER AT FIRST MY DREAMS OF PAST UPHELD ME THEY WERE SHORT SUPPORT THE PRESENT PUSHED THEM AWAY AND I FELL THE MISSION OF LIFE WHATEVER WAS WAS BLASTED MY GAME WAS LOST AND I MET THE WINNER OF THAT FOUL DEAL AS A SICK SLAVE GATHERS HIS PAINFUL STRENGTH AT THE SIGHT OF HIS MASTER AND WHEN HE WAS PAST I CURSED HIM FEARFUL OF THAT STRANGE CHANCE WHICH MAKES US MIGHTY OR MEAN OR BOTH I CURSED HIM AND HATED THE STONES HE PRESSED WITH HIS HEEL I FOLLOWED HIS EASY MARCH WITH A BACKWARD ENVY AND CURSED MYSELF FOR THE BEAST WITHIN ME BUT PRIDE IS THE MASTER OF LOVE AND THE VISION OF THOSE OLD DAYS GREW FAINT AND FAINTER THE COUNTERFEIT WIFE MY MERCY SHELTERED WAS NOTHING NOW BUT A WOMAN A WOMAN OUT OF MY WAY AND OUT OF MY NATURE MY BATTLE WITH BLINDED LOVE WAS OVER MY BATTLE WITH ACHING PRIDE BEGINNING IF I WAS THE LOSER AT FIRST I WONDER IF I AM THE WINNER NOW I DOUBT IT MY LIFE IS A LOSING GAME AND TO MORROW TO MORROW CHRIST DID I SAY TO MORROW IS YOUR BRANDY GOOD FOR DEATH
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