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Modern Love XXIV: The Misery Is Greater
The misery is greater, as I live!
To know her flesh so pure, so keen her sense,
That she does penance now for no offence,
Save against Love.
The less can I forgive!
The less can I forgive, though I adore
That cruel lovely pallor which surrounds
Her footsteps; and the low vibrating sounds
That come on me, as from a magic shore.
Low are they, but most subtle to find out
The shrinking soul.
Madam, 'tis understood
When women play upon their womanhood;
It means, a Season gone.
And yet I doubt
But I am duped.
That nun-like look waylays
Oh! I do but wait a sign!
Pluck out the eyes of pride! thy mouth to mine!
Never! though I die thirsting.
Go thy ways!
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