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 | The Poetical Works of Robert Browning |  |
It was ordained to be so, sweet!—and best
Comes now, beneath thine eyes, upon thy breast.
Still kiss me! Care not for the cowards! Care
Only to put aside thy beauteous hair
My blood will hurt! The Three, I do not scorn
To death, because they never lived: but I
Have lived indeed, and so—(yet one more kiss)—can die!
Comes now, beneath thine eyes, upon thy breast.
Still kiss me! Care not for the cowards! Care
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My blood will hurt! The Three, I do not scorn
To death, because they never lived: but I
Have lived indeed, and so—(yet one more kiss)—can die!
| The Poetical Works of Robert Browning | |