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[VII. I read my sentence steadily]
I read my sentence steadily,
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause,—
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause,—
The date, and manner of the shame;
And then the pious form
That “God have mercy” on the soul
The jury voted him.
And then the pious form
That “God have mercy” on the soul
The jury voted him.
I made my soul familiar
With her extremity,
That at the last it should not be
A novel agony,
With her extremity,
That at the last it should not be
A novel agony,
But she and Death, acquainted,
Meet tranquilly as friends,
Salute and pass without a hint—
And there the matter ends.
Meet tranquilly as friends,
Salute and pass without a hint—
And there the matter ends.
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