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‘Twas Love — not me –

'Twas Love -- not me --‘Twas Love — not me –
Oh punish — pray –
The Real one died for Thee –
Just Him — not me –

Such Guilt — to love Thee — most!
Doom it beyond the Rest –
Forgive it — last –
‘Twas base as Jesus — most!

Let Justice not mistake –
We Two — looked so alike –
Which was the Guilty Sake –
‘Twas Love’s — Now Strike!

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Did Our Best Moment last –

Did Our Best Moment last --Did Our Best Moment last –
‘Twould supersede the Heaven –
A few — and they by Risk — procure –
So this Sort — are not given –

Except as stimulants — in
Cases of Despair –
Or Stupor — The Reserve –
These Heavenly Moments are –

A Grant of the Divine –
That Certain as it Comes –
Withdraws — and leaves the dazzled Soul
In her unfurnished Rooms

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I know lives, I could miss

I know lives, I could missI know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery –
Others — whose instant’s wanting –
Would be Eternity –

The last — a scanty Number –
‘Twould scarcely fill a Two –
The first — a Gnat’s Horizon
Could easily outgrow –

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How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine –

How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine --How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine –
I knew last night — when someone tried to twine –
Thinking — perhaps — that I looked tired — or alone –
Or breaking — almost — with unspoken pain –

And I turned — ducal –
That right — was thine –
One port — suffices — for a Brig — like mine –

Ours be the tossing — wild though the sea –
Rather than a Mooring — unshared by thee.
Ours be the Cargo — unladed — here –
Rather than the “spicy isles –”
And thou — not there –

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‘Twas the old — road — through pain –

'Twas the old -- road -- through pain --‘Twas the old — road — through pain –
That unfrequented — one –
With many a turn — and thorn –
That stops — at Heaven –

This — was the Town — she passed –
There — where she — rested — last –
Then — stepped more fast –
The little tracks — close prest –
Then — not so swift –
Slow — slow — as feet did weary — grow –
Then — stopped — no other track!

Wait! Look! Her little Book –
The leaf — at love — turned back –
Her very Hat –
And this worn shoe just fits the track –
Herself — though — fled!

Another bed — a short one –
Women make — tonight –
In Chambers bright –
Too out of sight — though –
For our hoarse Good Night –
To touch her Head!

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The face I carry with me — last –

The face I carry with me -- last --The face I carry with me — last –
When I go out of Time –
To take my Rank — by — in the West –
That face — will just be thine –

I’ll hand it to the Angel –
That — Sir — was my Degree –
In Kingdoms — you have heard the Raised –
Refer to — possibly.

He’ll take it — scan it — step aside –
Return — with such a crown
As Gabriel — never capered at –
And beg me put it on –

And then — he’ll turn me round and round –
To an admiring sky –
As one that bore her Master’s name –
Sufficient Royalty!

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Just so — Jesus — raps –

Just so -- Jesus -- raps --Just so — Jesus — raps –
He — doesn’t weary –
Last — at the Knocker –
And first — at the Bell.
Then — on divinest tiptoe — standing –
Might He but spy the lady’s soul –
When He — retires –
Chilled — or weary –
It will be ample time for — me –
Patient — upon the steps — until then –
Hears! I am knocking — low at thee.

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Her — “last Poems” –

Her -- Her — “last Poems” –
Poets — ended –
Silver — perished — with her Tongue –
Not on Record — bubbled other,
Flute — or Woman –
So divine –
Not unto its Summer — Morning
Robin — uttered Half the Tune –
Gushed too free for the Adoring –
From the Anglo-Florentine –
Late — the Praise –
‘Tis dull — conferring
On the Head too High to Crown –
Diadem — or Ducal Showing –
Be its Grave — sufficient sign –
Nought — that We — No Poet’s Kinsman –
Suffocate — with easy woe –
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom –
Put Her down — in Italy?