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And so, until delirious borne I con that thing,    "forgiven,"    Till with long fright and longer trust I drop my heart, unshriven! XLI. THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE. After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,    Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. AND SO UNTIL DELIRIOUS BORN I CON THAT THING FORGIVEN TILL WITH LONG FRIGHT AND LONGER TRUST I DROP MY HEART UNSHRIVEN FORTY ONE THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE AFTER A HUNDRED YEARS NOBODY KNOWS THE PLACE AGONY THAT ENACTED THERE MOTIONLESS AS PEACE
h, An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death," -- An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown, I 've known permission given To rejoin its own. XXXIX. SAVED! Of tribulation these are they Denoted by the white; The spangled gowns, a lesser rank Of victors designate. All these did conquer; but the ones Who overcame most times Wear nothing commoner than snow, No ornament but palms. Surrender is a sort unknown On this superior soil; Defeat, an outgrown anguish, Remembered as the mile Our panting ankle barely gained When night devoured the road; But we stood whispering in the house, And all we said was "Saved"! XL. I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be forgiven, Till hair and eyes and timid head Are out of sight, in heaven. I think just how my lips will weigh With shapeless, quivering prayer That you, so late, consider me, The sparrow of your care. I mind me that of anguish sent, Some drifts were moved away Before my simple bosom broke, -- And why not this, if they? UPON THE FEATURES A HURRY IN THE BREATH AN ECSTASY OF PARTING DENOMINATED DEATH AN ANGUISH AT THE MENTION WHICH WHEN TO PATIENCE GROWN I'VE KNOWN PERMISSION GIVEN TO REJOIN ITS OWNIRTY NINE SAVED OF TRIBULATION THESE ARE THEY DENOTED BY THE WHITE THE SPANGLED GOWNS A LESSER RANK OF VICTORS DESIGNATE ALL THESE DID CONQUER BUT THE ONES WHO OVERCAME MOST TIMES WEAR NOTHING COMMONER THAN SNOW NO ORNAMENT BUT PALMS SURRENDER IS A SORT UNKNOWN ON THIS SUPERIOR SOIL DEFEAT AN OUTGROWN ANGUISH REMEMBERED AS THE MILE OUR PANTING ANKLE BARELY GAINED WHEN NIGHT DEVOURED THE ROAD BUT WE STOOD WHISPERING IN THE HOUSE AND ALL WE SAID WAS SAVED FORTY I THINK JUST HOW MY SHAPE WILL RISE WHEN I SHALL BE FORGIVEN TILL HAIR AND EYES AND TIMID HEAD ARE OUT OF SIGHT IN HEAVEN I THINK JUST HOW MY LIPS WILL WEIGH WITH SHAPELESS QUIVERING PRAYER THAT YOU SO LATE CONSIDER ME THE SPARROW OF YOUR CARE I MIND ME THAT OF ANGUISH SENT SOME DRIFTS WERE MOVED AWAY BEFORE MY SIMPLE BOSOM BROKE AND WHY NOT THIS IF THEY
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