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I	A
I call this idle history the Berry of the Yew	B
Because there's nothing sweeter than its husk of scarlet glue	B
And nothing half so bitter as its black core bitten through	B
I loved saw hope and said so learn'd that Laura loved again	C
Why speak of joy then suffer'd My head throbs and I would fain	D
Find words to lay the spectre starting now before my brain	D
She loved me all things told it eye to eye and palm to palm	E
As the pause upon the ceasing of a thousand voiced psalm	F
Was the mighty satisfaction and the full eternal calm	E
On her face when she was laughing was the seriousness within	G
Her sweetest smiles and sweeter did a lover never win	G
In passing grew so absent that they made her fair cheek thin	G
On her face when she was speaking thoughts unworded used to live	H
So that when she whisper'd to me Better joy Earth cannot give	I
Her following silence added But Earth's joy is fugitive	I
For there a nameless something though suppress'd still spread around	J
The same was on her eyelids if she look'd towards the ground	J
In her laughing singing talking still the same was in the sound	J
A sweet dissatisfaction which at no time went away	K
But shadow'd on her spirit even at its brightest play	K
That her mirth was like the sunshine in the closing of the day	K
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II	A
Let none ask joy the highest save those who would have it end	L
There's weight in earthly blessings they are earthy and they tend	L
By predetermin'd impulse at their highest to descend	L
I still for a happy season in the present saw the past	M
Mistaking one for the other feeling sure my hold was fast	M
On that of which the symbols vanish'd daily but at last	M
As when we watch bright cloud banks round about the low sun ranged	N
We suddenly remember some rich glory gone or changed	N
All at once I comprehended that her love was grown estranged	N
From this time spectral glimpses of a darker fear came on	O
They came but since I scorn'd them were no sooner come than gone	P
At times some gap in sequence frees the spirit and anon	P
We remember states of living ended ere we left the womb	Q
And see a vague aurora flashing to us from the tomb	Q
The dreamy light of new states dash'd tremendously with gloom	Q
We tremble for an instant and a single instant more	R
Brings absolute oblivion and we pass on as before	R
Ev'n so those dreadful glimpses came and startled and were o'er	S
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III	A
One morning one bright morning Wortley met me He and I	A
As we rode across the country met a friend of his His eye	A
Caught Wortley's who rode past him What said he pass old friends by	A
So I've heard your game is grounded Why your life's one long romance	T
After your last French fashion But ah ha should Herbert chance	T
Nay Herbert's here said he and introduced me with a glance	T
Of easy smiles ignoring this embarrassment and then	P
This pass'd off and soon after I went home and took a pen	P
And wrote the signs here written with much more and where and when	P
And having read them over once or twice sat down to think	U
From time to time beneath them writing more till link by link	U
The evidence against her was fulfill'd I did not shrink	U
But I read them all together and I found it was no dream	V
What I felt I can't remember an oblivion which the gleam	V
Of light which oft comes through it shews for blessedness extreme	V
At last I moved exclaiming I will not believe until	W
I've spoken once with Laura Thereon all my heart grew still	W
For doubt and faith are active and decisions of the will	W
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IV	I
I found my Love She started I suppose that I was pale	X
We talk'd but words on both sides seem'd to sicken flag and fail	X
Then I gave her what I'd written watching whether she would quail	X
In and out flew sultry blushes so when red reflections rise	Y
From conflagrations filling the alarm'd heart with surmise	Y
They lighten now now darken up and down the gloomy skies	Y
She finish'd once but fearing to look from it read it o'er	S
Ten times at least Poor Laura had those readings been ten score	R
That refuge from confusion had confused thee more and more	R
I said You're ill sit Laura and she sat down and was meek	Z
Ah tears not lost to God then But pray Laura do not speak	Z
I understand you better by the moisture on your cheek	Z
She shook with sobs in silence I yet checking passion's sway	K
Said only Farewell Laura then got up and strode away	K
For I felt that she would burst my heart asunder should I stay	K
Oh ghastly corpse of Love so slain it makes the world its hearse	A2
Or as the sun extinct and dead after the doomsday curse	A2
It rolls an unseen danger through the darken'd universe	A2
I struggled to forget this but forgetfulness too sweet	B2
It startled with its sweetness thus involv'd its own defeat	B2
And every time this happen'd aching memory would repeat	B2
The shock of that discovery so at length I learn'd by heart	C2
And never save when sleeping suffer'd thenceforth to depart	C2
The feeling of my sorrow and in time this sooth'd the smart	C2
Yet even now not seldom in my leisure in the thick	D2
Of other thoughts unchallenged words and looks come crowding quick	D2
They do while I am writing till the sunshine makes me sick	D2

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