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TOO LATE
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Did I speak once angrily, all the drear days
You lived, you woman I loved so well,
"\Vho married the other? Blame or praise,
Where was the use then? Time would tell
And the end declare what man for you, '
\Vhat woman for me, was the choice of God.
But, Edith dead I no doubting more I
I used to sit and look at my lile
As it rippled and ran till, riglJt before,
A great stone stopped it: oh, the strife
Of waves at the stone some devil threw
In my life's midcurrent, thwarting God!
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But either I thought, "They may churn and chide
" Awhile, my waves which came for thei]' joy
"And found this horrible stone full-tide:
" Yet I see just a thread escape, deploy
" Through the evening-country, silent and safe,
" And it suffers no more till it finds the sea."
Or else I would think, " Perhaps some night
" When new things happen, a meteor-ball
" lUay slip through the sky in a line of light,
" And earth breathe hard, and landmarks fall,
" And my waves no longer champ nor chafe,
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" Since a stone will have rolled from its place: let
be! "
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But, dead! All's done wi!.h: wait who may,
Watch and wear and wonder who will.
Oh, my whole life that ends to-day!
Oh, my soul's sentence, sounding still,
"The woman is dead that was none of his;
" And the man that was none of hers may go! "
There's only the past left: worry that!
Wreal(, like a bull, on the empty coat,
Rage, its late ,,"carer is laughing at!
Tear the collar to rags, having missed his throat;
Strike stupidly on-" This, this and this,
" Where I would that a bosom received the blow I"
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I ought to have done more: once my speech,
And once your answer, and there, the end,
And Edith was henceforth out of reach I
Why, men do more to dcscrve a friend,
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