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As long as the earth we tread holds something A tortured heart can love, the meaning Of life is not wholly blurred; but after The last loved thing in the world has left us, We know the triumph of hate. AS LONG AS THE EARTH WE TREAD HOLD SOMETHING A TORTURED HEART CAN LOVE THE MEANING OF LIFE IS NOT WHOLLY BLURRED BUT AFTER THE LAST LOVED THING IN THE WORLD HAS LEFT US WE KNOW THE TRIUMPH OF HATE
eir scattered lives. Like brothers And sisters they seemed to me then; and I nourished A stranger friendship wrought in my fancy Between those people and me. But somehow, As time went on, there came queer glances Out of their eyes, and the shame that stung me Harassed my pride with a crazed impression That every face in the surging city Was turned to me; and I saw sly whispers, Now and then, as I walked and wearied My wasted life twice over in bearing With all my sorrow the sorrows of others, -- Till I found myself their fool. Then I trembled, -- A poor scared thing, -- and their prying faces Told me the ghastly truth: they were laughing At me and my fate. My God, I could feel it -- That laughter! And then the children caught it; And I, like a struck dog, crept and listened. And then when I met the man who had weakened A woman's love to his own desire, It seemed to me that all hell were laughing In fiendish concert! I was their victim -- And his, and hate's. And there was the struggle! DE FOR MYSELF A STORY OF ALL THEIR SCATTERED LIVES LIKE BROTHERS AND SISTERS THEY SEEMED TO ME THEN AND I NOURISHED A STRANGER FRIENDSHIP WROUGHT IN MY FANCY BETWEEN THOSE PEOPLE AND ME BUT SOMEHOW AS TIME WENT ON THERE CAME QUEER GLANCES OUT OF THEIR EYES AND THE SHAME THAT STUNG ME HARASSED MY PRIDE WITH A CRAZED IMPRESSION THE HEAVY FACE IN THE SURGING CITY WAS TURNED TOWARDS ME AND I SAW SLY WHISPERS NOW AND THEN AS I WALKED AND WEARIED MY WASTELESS LIFE TWICE OVER AND BEARING WITH ALL MY SORROW THE SORROWS OF OTHERS TILL I FOUND MYSELF THEIR FOOL THEN I TREMBLED A POOR SCARED THING AND THEIR PRYING FACES TOLD ME THE GHASTLY TRUTH THEY WERE LAUGHING AT ME AND MY FATE MY GOD I COULD FEEL IT THAT LAUGHTER AND THEN THE CHILDREN CAUGHT IT AND I LIKE A STRUCK DOG CREPT AND LISTENED AND THEN WHEN I MET THE MAN WHO HAD WEAKENED A WOMAN'S LOVE TO HIS OWN DESIRE IT SEEMED TO ME THAT ALL HELL WERE LAUGHING AND FIENDISH CONCERT AND I WAS THEIR VICTIM AND HIS AND HATES AND THERE WAS A STRUGGLE
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