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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. 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
re for its fervor. The baseness in me (for I was human) Burned like a worm, and perished; and nothing Was left me then but a soul that mingled Itself with hers, and swayed and shuddered In fearful triumph. When I consider That helpless love and the cursed folly That wrecked my life for the sake of a woman Who broke with a laugh the chains of her marriage (Whatever the word may mean), I wonder If all the woe was her sin, or whether The chains themselves were enough to lead her In love's despite to break them. . . . Sinners And saints -- I say -- are rocked in the cradle, But never are known till the will within them Speaks in its own good time. So I foster Even to-night for the woman who wronged me, Nothing of hate, nor of love, but a feeling Of still regret; for the man -- But hear me, And judge for yourself: -- For a time the seasons Changed and passed in a sweet succession That seemed to me like an endless music: Life was a rolling psalm, and the choirs Of God were glad for our love. OF HELL BUT MARK YOU NEVER A WHIT LESS PURE FOR ITS FERVOUR THE BASENESS OF ME FOR I WAS HUMAN B BURNED LIKE A WORM AND PERISHED AND NOTHING WAS LEFT ME THEN BUT A SOUL THAT MINGLED ITSELF WITH HERS AND SWAYED AND SHUDDERED IN FEARFUL TRIUMPH WHEN I CONSIDER THAT HELPLESS LOVE AND THE CURSED FOLLY THAT WRECKED MY LIFE FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN WHO BROKE WITH A LAUGH THE CHAINS OF HER MARRIAGE WHATEVER THE WORD MAY MEAN I WONDER IF ALL THE WOE WAS HER SIN OR WHETHER THE CHAINS THEMSELVES WERE ENOUGH TO LEAD HER AND LOVE'S DESPITE TO BREAK THEM SINNERS AND SAINTS I SAY ARE ROCKED IN THE CRADLE BUT NEVER UNKNOWN TILL THE WILL WITHIN THEM SPEAKS IN ITS OWN GOOD TIME SO I FOSTER EVEN TO NIGHT FOR THE WOMAN WHO WRONGED ME NOTHING OF HATE NOR OF LOVE BUT A FEELING OF STILL REGRET FOR THE MAN BUT HEAR ME AND JUDGE FOR YOURSELF FOR A TIME THE SEASONS CHANGED AND PASSED IN A SWEET SUCCESSION IT SEEMED TO ME LIKE AN ENDLESS MUSIC LIFE WAS A ROLLING PSALM AND THE CHOIRS OF GOD WERE GLAD FOR OUR LOVE
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