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She, To Him III

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I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will!     And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye     That he did not discern and domicile     One his by right ever since that last Good-bye!     I have no care for friends, or kin, or prime     Of manhood who deal gently with me here;     Amid the happy people of my time     Who work their love's fulfilment, I appear     Numb as a vane that cankers on its point,     True to the wind that kissed ere canker came;     Despised by souls of Now, who would disjoint     The mind from memory, and make Life all aim,     My old dexterities of hue quite gone,     And nothing left for Love to look upon.     1866.

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