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Revulsion

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Though I waste watches framing words to fetter     Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss,     Out of the night there looms a sense 'twere better     To fail obtaining whom one fails to miss.     For winning love we win the risk of losing,     And losing love is as one's life were riven;     It cuts like contumely and keen ill-using     To cede what was superfluously given.     Let me then feel no more the fateful thrilling     That devastates the love-worn wooer's frame,     The hot ado of fevered hopes, the chilling     That agonizes disappointed aim!     So may I live no junctive law fulfilling,     And my heart's table bear no woman's name.     1866.

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