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WITH INTENT TO KILL.
(SPOKEN IN A PRISON-CELL.)
And so in just this laggard way
The proof desired became, I say,
Slowly a surety, day by day
More hateful.
I ruled my nerves with flinchless power;
I made my spirit crouch and cower,
Abiding till the final hour
And fateful.
The proof desired became, I say,
Slowly a surety, day by day
More hateful.
I ruled my nerves with flinchless power;
I made my spirit crouch and cower,
Abiding till the final hour
And fateful.
One night she thought me long miles thence:
But near the porch, with every sense
Alert in anguish of suspense,
I waited.
And then at last I saw them take
Such farewells, each of each, as make
The tremulous lips that give them ache
Unsated.
But near the porch, with every sense
Alert in anguish of suspense,
I waited.
And then at last I saw them take
Such farewells, each of each, as make
The tremulous lips that give them ache
Unsated.
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He glided off; I did not stir:
She stole within; I followed her:
My hot brain, all a dizzy blur,
Grew hotter.
Beside the harp she paused and sat;
I crept behind her like a cat;
I saw her smile once. After that—
I shot her.
She stole within; I followed her:
My hot brain, all a dizzy blur,
Grew hotter.
Beside the harp she paused and sat;
I crept behind her like a cat;
I saw her smile once. After that—
I shot her.
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