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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. 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
 dare to tell you To-night, -- yes, more than I dare to remember; And then -- well, the music stopped. There are moments In all men's lives when it stops, I fancy, -- Or seems to stop, -- till it comes to cheer them Again with a larger sound. The curtain Of life just then is lifted 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. OVE I FANCIED ALL THIS AND MORE THAN I DARE TO TELL YOU TO NIGHT YES MORE THAN I DARE TO REMEMBER AND THEN WELL THE MUSIC STOPPED THERE ARE MOMENTS IN ALL MEN'S LIVES WHEN THEY STOPS I FANCY OR SEEMS TO STOP TILL IT COMES TO CHEER THEM AGAIN WITH A LARGER SOUND THE 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
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