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And sentence is written all the same,
your
And I can do nothing,-pray, perhaps :
But somehow the world pursues its game,
If I pray, if I curse,-for better or worse:
And
my faith is torn to a thousand scraps,

And my heart feels ice while my words breathe

flame.

Dear, I look from my

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hiding-place.

Are you still so fair? Have you still the eyes?

Be happy! Add but the other grace,

Be good! Why want what the angels vaunt? I knew you once: but in Paradise,

If we meet, I will pass nor turn

my face.

DIS ALITER VISUM;

ов,

LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS.

DIS ALITER VISUM:

OR,

LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS.

1.

STOP, let me have the truth of that!
Is that all true? I say, the day

Ten years ago when both of us

Met on a morning, friends-as thus

We meet this evening, friends or what ?—

2.

Did you because I took your arm

And sillily smiled, "A mass of brass That sea looks, blazing underneath!"

While

up

the cliff-road edged with heath,

We took the turns nor came to harm—