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t, if my hand He had claim'd with hasty claim? That was wrong perhaps--but then Such things be--and will, again! Women cannot judge for men. "Had he seen thee, when he swore He would love but me alone? Thou wert absent,--sent before To our kin in Sidmouth town. When he saw thee who art best Past compare, and loveliest, He but judged thee as the rest. "Could we blame him with grave words, Thou and I, Dear, if we might? Thy brown eyes have looks like birds, Flying straightway to the light: Mine are older.--Hush!--Look out-- Up the street! Is none without? How the poplar swings about! "And that hour--beneath the beech,-- When I listen'd in a dream, And he said, in his deep speech, That he owed me all _esteem_,-- Each word swam in on my brain With a dim, dilating pain, Till it burst with that last strain-- "I fell flooded with a Dark, In the silence of a swoon-- When I rose, still cold and stark, There was night,--I saw the moon: And the stars, each in its place, And the May-blooms on the grass, Seem'd to wonder what I was. "And I walk'd as if apart From myself, when I could stand-- And I pitied my own heart, As if I held it in my hand,-- Somewhat coldly,--with a sense Of fulfill'd benevolence, And a 'poor thing' negligence. "And I answer'd coldly too, When you met me at the door; And I only _heard_ the dew Dripping from me to the floor: And the flowers I bade you see, Were too wither'd for the bee,-- As my life, henceforth, for me. "Do not weep so--dear--heart-warm! It was best as it befell! If I say he did me harm, I speak wild,--I am not well. All his words were kind and good-- _He esteem'd me!_ Only blood Runs so faint in womanhood. "Then I always was too grave,-- Liked the saddest ballads sung,-- With that look, besides, we have In our faces, who die young. I had died, Dear, all the same-- Life's long, joyous, jostling game Is too loud for my meek shame. "We are so unlike each other, Thou and _I_; that none could guess We were children of one mother, But for mutual tenderness. Thou art rose-lined from the col
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