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The One Before the Last

 I dreamt I was in love again
With the One Before the Last,
And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
Of that innocent young past.
But I jumped to feel how sharp had been The pain when it did live, How the faded dreams of Nineteen-ten Were Hell in Nineteen-five.
The boy's woe was as keen and clear, The boy's love just as true, And the One Before the Last, my dear, Hurt quite as much as you.
* * * * * Sickly I pondered how the lover Wrongs the unanswering tomb, And sentimentalizes over What earned a better doom.
Gently he tombs the poor dim last time, Strews pinkish dust above, And sighs, "The dear dead boyish pastime! But THIS -- ah, God! -- is Love!" -- Better oblivion hide dead true loves, Better the night enfold, Than men, to eke the praise of new loves, Should lie about the old! * * * * * Oh! bitter thoughts I had in plenty.
But here's the worst of it -- I shall forget, in Nineteen-twenty, YOU ever hurt abit!

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