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XVI. What if I say I shall not wait? What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me,    that 's enough,    And wade in liberty? They cannot take us any more,    Dungeons may call, and guns implore; Unmeaning now, to me, As laughter was an hour ago, Or laces, or a travelling show, Or who died yesterday! SIXTEEN WHAT IF I SAY I SHALL NOT WAIT WHAT IF I BURST THE FLESHLY GATE AND PASS ESCAPED TO THEE WHAT IF I FILE THIS MORTAL OFF SEE WHERE IT HURT ME THAT'S ENOUGH AND WADE IN LIBERTY THEY CANNOT TAKE US ANY MORE DUNGEONS MAY CALL AND GUNS IMPLORE UNMEETING NOW TO ME AS LAUGHTER WAS AN HOUR AGO OR LACES OR A TRAVELLING SHOW OR WHO DIED YESTERDAY
 And yet with amber hands She leads him, docile as a boy, Along appointed sands. He never misses a degree; Obedient to her eye, He comes just so far toward the town, Just so far goes away. Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand, And mine the distant sea, -- Obedient to the least command Thine eyes impose on me. XIV. He put the belt around my life, -- I heard the buckle snap, And turned away, imperial, My lifetime folding up Deliberate, as a duke would do A kingdom's title-deed, -- Henceforth a dedicated sort, A member of the cloud. Yet not too far to come at call, And do the little toils That make the circuit of the rest, And deal occasional smiles To lives that stoop to notice mine And kindly ask it in, -- Whose invitation, knew you not For whom I must decline? XV. THE LOST JEWEL. I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers, -- The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own. UST DAY THIRTEEN THE MOON IS DISTANT FROM THE SEA AND YET WITH AMBER HANDS SHE LEADS HIM DOCILE AS A BOY ALONG APPOINTED SANDS HE NEVER MISSES A DEGREE OBEDIENT TO HER EYE HE COMES JUST SO FAR TOWARD THE TOWN JUST SO FAR GOES AWAY OH SIGNOR THINE THE AMBER HAND AND MINE THE DISTANT SEA OBEDI TO THE LAST COMMAND THINE EYES IMPOSE ON ME FOURTEEN HE PUT THE BELT AROUND MY LIFE I HEARD THE BUCKLE SNAP AND TURNED AWAY IMPERIAL MY LIFETIME FOLDING UP DELIBERATE AS A DUKE WOULD DO A KINGDOM'S TITLE DEED HENCEFORTH A DEDICATED SORT A MEMBER OF THE CLOUD YET NOT TOO FAR TO COME AT CALL AND DO THE LITTLE TOILS THAT MAKE THE CIRCUIT OF THE REST AND DEAL OCCASIONAL SMILES TO LIVES THAT STOOP TO NOTICE MINE AND KINDLY ASK IT IN WHOSE INVITATION KNEW YOU NOT FOR WHOM I MUST DECLINE FIFTEEN THE LOST JEWEL I HELD A JEWEL IN MY FINGERS AND WENT TO SLEEP THE DAY WAS WARM AND WINDS WERE PROSY I SAID TWILL KEEP I WOKE AND CHID MY HONEST FINGERS THE GEM WAS GONE AND NOW AN AMETHYST REMEMBRANCE IS ALL I OWN
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