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FIAT JUSTITIA.
I.
They tell her he is dead; and when she hears
Right instantly she fears
Lest they shall wonder that she sheds no tears.
Right instantly she fears
Lest they shall wonder that she sheds no tears.
“Poor widowed one,” they whisper, for they see
Her sorrowing mien; but she
Makes passionate inward murmur: “I am free!”
Her sorrowing mien; but she
Makes passionate inward murmur: “I am free!”
II.
She hears that he is dead; and when she hears,
Leap the hot heavy tears
To eyes that have not wept for years and years.
Leap the hot heavy tears
To eyes that have not wept for years and years.
And lo, she has forgiven him all the shame
He wrought upon her name,
So blackening it with soilure of black blame.
He wrought upon her name,
So blackening it with soilure of black blame.
Then to his home she hurries, yearning sore
To look on him once more; ...
But friends in awful virtue guard the door.
To look on him once more; ...
But friends in awful virtue guard the door.
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