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I was a human creature too,
With flesh and blood like one of you,
I had a lover-shame avaunt!
This poor wrenched body, grim and gaunt, Was kissed all over till it burned,
By lips the truest, love e'er turned
His heart's own tint: one night they kissed My soul out in a burning mist.
So, next day when the accustomed train
But when I falter Beltran's name, "Ha?" quoth the father; "much I blame "The sin; yet wherefore idly grieve? "Despair not-strenuously retrieve! "Nay, I will turn this love of thine "To lawful love, almost divine,
"For he is young, and led astray, "This Beltran, and he schemes, men say, "To change the laws of church and state; "So, thine shall be an angel's fate,
"Who, ere the thunder breaks, should roll
"For, when he lies upon thy breast,
That father's beard was long and white,
He told me what he would not tell
I told the father all his schemes,
Who were his comrades, what their dreams;
Robert Browning. III.
Nor next night: on the after-morn,
That horrible black scaffold dressed,
No part in aught they hope or fear!
SHE should never have looked at me
All her soul to, if she pleases,
And yet leave much as she found them: But I'm not so, and she knew it
When she fixed me, glancing round them.
What? To fix me thus meant nothing?
But I can't tell (there's my weakness) What her look said!--no vile cant, sure, About "need to strew the bleakness "Of some lone shore with its pearl-seed, "That the sea feels"- -no "strange yearning "That such souls have, most to lavish "Where there's chance of least returning."
Oh we're sunk enough here, God knows!
When the spirit's true endowments
There are flashes struck from midnights,
Whereby swollen ambitions dwindle, While just this or that poor impulse
Which for once had play unstifled Seems the sole work of a life-time That away the rest have trifled.
Doubt you if, in some such moment,
Here an age 't is resting merely,
While the true end, sole and single,
Else it loses what it lived for,
And eternally must lose it; Better ends may be in prospect,
Deeper blisses (if you choose it), But this life's end and this love-bliss
Have been lost here. Doubt you whether This she felt as, looking at me,
Mine and her souls rushed together?
Oh, observe! Of course, next moment,
Never fear but there's provision
Lest we walk the earth in rapture! -Making those who catch God's secret Just so much more prize their capture!
Such am I: the secret's mine now!