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452 MEN AND WOMEN
And absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance-both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold-
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne.
I stand here now, he lies in his place­
Cover the face.
LXXII
IN THREE DAYS
1
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn­
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,­
Only a touch and we combine!
2
Too long, this lime of year, the days!
But nights-at least the nights are short.
As night shows where her one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So, life's nigh t gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! what is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?
3
o loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Out-breaking into fairy sparks
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside
Thro' lights and darks how manifold­
The dark inspired, the light controlled:
As early Art embrowned the gold.
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