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What does one gain by living What by dying	A
Is lost worth having What the daily things	B
Lived through together make them worth the while	C
For their sakes or for life's Where's the denying	A
Of souls through separation There's your smile	C
And your hands' touch And the long day that brings	B
Half uttered nothings of delight But then	D
Now that I see you not and shall again	D
Touch you no more memory can possess	E
Your soul's essential self and none the less	E
You live with me I therefore write to you	F
This letter just as if you were away	G
Upon a journey or a holiday	G
And so I'll put down everything that's new	F
In this secluded village since you left	H
Now let me think Well then as I remember	I
After ten days the lilacs burst in bloom	J
We had spring all at once the long December	I
Gave way to sunshine Then we swept your room	J
And laid your things away And then one morning	A
I saw the mother robin giving warning	A
To little bills stuck just above the rim	K
Of that nest which you watched while being built	L
Near where she sat upon a leafless limb	K
With folded wings against an April rain	M
On June the tenth Edward and Julia married	N
I did not go for fear of an old pain	M
I was out on the porch as they drove by	O
Coming from church I think I never scanned	P
A girl's face with such sunny smiles upon it	Q
Showing beneath the roses on her bonnet	R
I went into the house to have a cry	O
A few days later Kimbrough lost his wife	S
Between housework and hoeing in the garden	T
I read Sir Thomas More and Goethe's life	S
My heart was numb and still I had to harden	T
All memory or die And just the same	U
As when you sat beside the window passed	V
Larson the cobbler hollow chested lamed	V
He did not die till late November came	U
Things did not come as Doctor Jones forecast	V
'Twas June when Mary Morgan had her child	V
Her husband was in Monmouth at the time	W
She had no milk the baby is not well	X
The Baptist Church has got a fine new bell	X
And after harvest Joseph Clifford tiled	V
His bottom land Then Judy Heaton's crime	W
Has shocked the village for the monster killed	V
Glendora Wilson's father at his door	Y
A daughter's name was why the blood was spilled	V
I could go on but wherefore tell you more	Y
The world of men has gone its olden way	G
With war in Europe and the same routine	Z
Of life among us that you knew when here	A2
This gossip is not idle since I say	G
By means of it what I would tell you dear	B2
I have been near you dear for I have been	C2
Not with you through these things but in despite	V
Of living them without you therefore near	B2
In spirit and in memory with you	F
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Do you remember that delightful Inn	C2
At Chester and the Roman wall and how	D2
We walked from Avon clear to Kenilworth	E2
And afterward when you and I came down	F2
To London I forsook the murky town	F2
And left you to quaint ways and crowded places	G2
While I went on to Putney just to see	H2
Old Swinburne and to look into his face's	H2
Changeable lights and shadows and to seize on	I2
A finer thing than any verse he wrote	V
Oh beautiful illusions of our youth	J2
He did not see me gladly Talked of treason	T
To England's greatness What was Camden like	K2
Did old Walt Whitman smoke or did he drink	L2
And Longfellow was sweet but couldn't think	L2
His mood was crusty Lowell made him laugh	M2
Meantime Watts Dunton came and broke in half	M2
My visit so I left	V
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The thing was this	H2
None of this talk was Swinburne any more	Y
Than some child of his loins would take his hair	N2
Eyes skin from him in some pangenesis	H2
His flesh was nothing but a poor affair	N2
A channel for the eternal stream his flesh	O2
Gave nothing closer mind you than his book	P2
But rather blurred it even his eyes' look	P2
Confused Madonna Mia from its fresh	O2
And liquid meaning So I knew at last	V
His real immortal self is in his verse	H2
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Since you have gone I've thought of this so much	Q2
I cannot lose you in this universe	H2
I first must lose myself The essential touch	Q2
Of soul possession lies not in the walk	R2
Of daily life on earth nor in the talk	R2
Of daily things nor in the sight of eyes	H2
Looking in other eyes nor daily bread	V
Broken together nor the hour of love	S2
When flesh surrenders depths of things divine	T2
Beyond all vision as they were the dream	U2
Of other planets but without these even	C2
In death and separation there is heaven	T
By just that unison and its memory	H2
Which brought our lips together To be free	H2
From accidents of being to be freeing	A
The soul from trammels on essential being	A
Is to possess the loved one I have strayed	V
Into the only heaven God has made	V
That's where we know each other as we are	V2
In the bright ether of some quiet star	V2
Communing as two memories with each other	I

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