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Preludes	A
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I The Wife's Tragedy	B
Man must be pleased but him to please	C
Is woman's pleasure down the gulf	D
Of his condoled necessities	C
She casts her best she flings herself	E
How often flings for nought and yokes	F
Her heart to an icicle or whim	G
Whose each impatient word provokes	F
Another not from her but him	G
While she too gentle even to force	H
His penitence by kind replies	I
Waits by expecting his remorse	H
With pardon in her pitying eyes	I
And if he once by shame oppress'd	J
A comfortable word confers	K
She leans and weeps against his breast	J
And seems to think the sin was hers	K
And whilst his love has any life	L
Or any eye to see her charms	M
At any time she's still his wife	L
Dearly devoted to his arms	M
She loves with love that cannot tire	N
And when ah woe she loves alone	O
Through passionate duty love springs higher	N
As grass grows taller round a stone	O
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II Common Graces	P
Is nature in thee too spiritless	P
Ignoble impotent and dead	Q
To prize her love and loveliness	P
The more for being thy daily bread	Q
And art thou one of that vile crew	R
Which see no splendour in the sun	S
Praising alone the good that's new	R
Or over or not yet begun	S
And has it dawn'd on thy dull wits	P
That love warms many as soft a nest	J
That though swathed round with benefits	P
Thou art not singularly blest	J
And fail thy thanks for gifts divine	T
The common food of many a heart	U
Because they are not only thine	T
Beware lest in the end thou art	U
Cast for thy pride forth from the fold	V
Too good to feel the common grace	P
Of blissful myriads who behold	V
For evermore the Father's face	P
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III The Zest of Life	L
Give thanks It is not time misspent	W
Worst fare this betters and the best	J
Wanting this natural condiment	X
Breeds crudeness and will not digest	J
The grateful love the Giver's law	Y
But those who eat and look no higher	N
From sin or doubtful sanction draw	Y
The biting sauce their feasts require	N
Give thanks for nought if you've no more	Z
And having all things do not doubt	A2
That nought with thanks is blest before	Z
Whate'er the world can give without	A2
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IV Fool and Wise	P
Endow the fool with sun and moon	B2
Being his he holds them mean and low	C2
But to the wise a little boon	B2
Is great because the giver's so	C2
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Sahara	D2
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I	-
I stood by Honor and the Dean	E2
They seated in the London train	F2
A month from her yet this had been	G2
Ere now without such bitter pain	F2
But neighbourhood makes parting light	H2
And distance remedy has none	S
Alone she near I felt as might	H2
A blind man sitting in the sun	S
She near all for the time was well	I2
Hope's self when we were far apart	U
With lonely feeling like the smell	I2
Of heath on mountains fill'd my heart	U
To see her seem'd delight's full scope	J2
And her kind smile so clear of care	K2
Ev'n then though darkening all my hope	J2
Gilded the cloud of my despair	K2
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II	-
She had forgot to bring a book	L2
I lent one blamed the print for old	V
And did not tell her that she took	L2
A Petrarch worth its weight in gold	V
I hoped she'd lose it for my love	M2
Was grown so dainty high and nice	P
It prized no luxury above	M2
The sense of fruitless sacrifice	P
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III	-
The bell rang and with shrieks like death	N2
Link catching link the long array	O2
With ponderous pulse and fiery breath	N2
Proud of its burthen swept away	O2
And through the lingering crowd I broke	P2
Sought the hill side and thence heart sick	Q2
Beheld far off the little smoke	P2
Along the landscape kindling quick	Q2
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IV	M2
What should I do where should I go	C2
Now she was gone my love for mine	T
She was whatever here below	C2
Cross'd or usurp'd my right divine	T
Life without her was vain and gross	P
The glory from the world was gone	R2
And on the gardens of the Close	P
As on Sahara shone the sun	S
Oppress'd with her departed grace	P
My thoughts on ill surmises fed	Q
The harmful influence of the place	P
She went to fill'd my soul with dread	Q
She mixing with the people there	K2
Might come back alter'd having caught	S2
The foolish fashionable air	K2
Of knowing all and feeling nought	S2
Or giddy with her beauty's praise	P
She'd scorn our simple country life	M2
Its wholesome nights and tranquil days	P
And would not deign to be my Wife	M2
My Wife my Wife ah tenderest word	S2
How oft as fearful she might hear	T2
Whispering that name of Wife I heard	S2
The chiming of the inmost sphere	U2
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V	M2
I pass'd the home of my regret	S2
The clock was striking in the hall	V2
And one sad window open yet	S2
Although the dews began to fall	V2
Ah distance show'd her beauty's scope	J2
How light of heart and innocent	S2
That loveliness which sicken'd hope	J2
And wore the world for ornament	S2
How perfectly her life was framed	S2
And thought of in that passionate mood	S2
How her affecting graces shamed	S2
The vulgar life that was but good	S2
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VI	M2
I wonder'd would her bird be fed	S2
Her rose plots water'd she not by	M2
Loading my breast with angry dread	S2
Of light unlikely injury	M2
So fill'd with love and fond remorse	P
I paced the Close its every part	S2
Endow'd with reliquary force	P
To heal and raise from death my heart	S2
How tranquil and unsecular	M2
The precinct Once through yonder gate	S2
I saw her go and knew from far	M2
Her love lit form and gentle state	S2
Her dress had brush'd this wicket here	M2
She turn'd her face and laugh'd with light	S2
Like moonbeams on a wavering mere	M2
Weary beforehand of the night	S2
I went the blackbird in the wood	S2
Talk'd by himself and eastward grew	M2
In heaven the symbol of my mood	S2
Where one bright star engross'd the blue	M2

Coventry Patmore

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