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I pondered And weighed the thing in my mind, and gloried In life to think that I was to conquer Death at his own dark door,    and chuckled To think of it done so cleanly. I PONDERED AND WEIGHED THE THING IN MY MIND AND GLORIFIED IN LIFE TO THINK THAT I WAS ABLE TO CONQUER DEATH AT HIS OWN DOCK DOOR AND CHUCKLED TO THINK IT DONE SO CLEANLY
 burning forehead With horns for the world to laugh at. Trust me! And try to believe my words but a portion Of what God's purpose made me! The coward Within me cries for this; and I beg you Now, as I come to the end, to remember That women and men are on earth to travel All on a different road. Hereafter The roads may meet. . . . I trust in something -- I know not what. . . . Well, this was the way of it: -- Stung with the shame and the secret fury That comes to the man who has thrown his pittance Of self at a traitor's feet, I wandered Weeks and weeks in a baffled frenzy, Till at last the devil spoke. I heard him, And laughed at the love that strove to touch me, -- The dead, lost love; and I gripped the demon Close to my breast, and held him, praising The fates and the furies that gave me the courage To follow his wild command. Forgetful Of all to come when the work was over, -- There came to me then no stony vision Of these three hundred days, -- I cherished An awful joy in my brain. FORE MEN'S EYES THE MAN WHO MURDERED ME AND DRIVEN MY BURNING FOREHEAD WITH HORNS FOR THE WORLD TO LAUGH AT TRUST ME AND TRY TO BELIEVE MY WORDS BUT A PORTION OF WHAT GOD'S PURPOSE MADE ME THE COWARD WITHIN ME CRIES FOR THIS AND I BEG YOU NOW AS I COME TO THE END TO REMEMBER THAT MEN AND WOMEN ARE ON EARTH TO TRAVEL ALL ON A DIFFERENT ROAD HEREAFTER THE ROAD MAY MEET I TRUST IN SOMETHING I KNOW NOT WHAT WELL THIS IS THE WAY OF IT STUNG WITH THE SHAME AND THE SECRET FURY THAT COMES TO THE MAN WHO HAS THROWN HIS PITTANCE OF SELF AT A TRAITOR'S FEET AND I WANDERED WEEKS AND WEEKS IN A BAFFLED FRENZY TILL AT LAST THE DEVIL SPOKE AND I HEARD HIM AND LAUGHED AT THE LOVE THAT STROVE TO TOUCH ME THE DEAD LOST LOVE AND I GRIPPED THE DEMON CLOSE TO MY BREAST AND HELD HIM PRAISING THE FATES AND THE FURIES THAT GAVE ME THE COURAGE TO FOLLOW HIS WILD COMMAND FORGETFUL OF ALL COME WHEN THE WORK WAS OVER THERE CAME TO ME NO STONY VISION OF THESE THREE HUNDRED DAYS I CHERISHED AN AWFUL JOY IN MY BRAIN
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