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XVIII
NIMIUM PASSUS
If I could find three words to say
My fill of hatred, I believe
The affrighted earth would roll away
And leave me here alone to live.
My fill of hatred, I believe
The affrighted earth would roll away
And leave me here alone to live.
They had some little gift to give,
Some rank or ribbon to bestow.
God knows, I asked not to receive,—
They teased me, held me up for show.
Some rank or ribbon to bestow.
God knows, I asked not to receive,—
They teased me, held me up for show.
But, as I think, it 's blow for blow
Before the throne of righteous Time.
I have them yet, tho' right be slow
And wrath needs age to grow sublime.
Before the throne of righteous Time.
I have them yet, tho' right be slow
And wrath needs age to grow sublime.
Then, when the testament of earth
Names one or other of us heir,
I shall grow hideous with mirth,
Curse them, and pluck them by the hair.
Names one or other of us heir,
I shall grow hideous with mirth,
Curse them, and pluck them by the hair.
[1896]
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