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27
XIX.
[Sweet lady mine, behold this desolate world]
Sweet lady mine, behold this desolate world:The little children go with weeping face,
And women, that sowed love to reap disgrace,
Walk the cold streets with lips grown cruel and curled:
Falsehood like lime into the dark air hurled
Blinds the dim eyes of men: in frantic race
For wealth, the noble are trampled by the base:
The red street runs, the red flag flies unfurled.
Sweet lady, kisses for a little while,
And then who knows what end for thee and me
Who cannot bear these things, nor walk these ways?
Ah make me brave enough with thy dear smile
For the truth's sake to leave both it and thee.
But woe for Love born in these latter days.
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