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Lucile

By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton]
Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton (1831-1891)
  
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LUCILE.
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VII.

Ah, that yet! fatal word! 'tis the moral of all
Thought and felt, seen or done, in this world since the Fall!
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It stands at the end of each sentence we learn;
It flits in the vista of all we discern;
It leads us, for ever and ever, away
To find in to-morrow what flies with to-day.
'Twas this same little fatal and mystical word
That now, like a miràge, led my lady and lord
To the waters of Ems from the waters of Marah;
Drooping pilgrims in Fashion's blank, arid Sahara!
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