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I	A
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Dead One of them shot by the sea in the east	B
And one of them shot in the west by the sea	C
Dead both my boys When you sit at the feast	B
And are wanting a great song for Italy free	C
Let none look at me	C
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II	A
Yet I was a poetess only last year	D
And good at my art for a woman men said	E
But this woman this who is agonized here	F
The east sea and west sea rhyme on in her head	E
For ever instead	E
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III	A
What art can a woman be good at Oh vain	G
What art is she good at but hurting her breast	H
With the milk teeth of babes and a smile at the pain	G
Ah boys how you hurt you were strong as you pressed	H
And I proud by that test	H
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IV	I
What art's for a woman To hold on her knees	J
Both darlings to feel all their arms round her throat	K
Cling strangle a little to sew by degrees	J
And 'broider the long clothes and neat little coat	K
To dream and to doat	K
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V	I
To teach them It stings there I made them indeed	K
Speak plain the word country I taught them no doubt	K
That a country's a thing men should die for at need	K
I prated of liberty rights and about	K
The tyrant cast out	K
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VI	I
And when their eyes flashed O my beautiful eyes	L
I exulted nay let them go forth at the wheels	M
Of the guns and denied not But then the surprise	L
When one sits quite alone Then one weeps then one kneels	L
God how the house feels	L
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VII	I
At first happy news came in gay letters moiled	K
With my kisses of camp life and glory and how	N
They both loved me and soon coming home to be spoiled	K
In return would fan off every fly from my brow	N
With their green laurel bough	N
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VIII	I
Then was triumph at Turin Ancona was free '	-
And some one came out of the cheers in the street	K
With a face pale as stone to say something to me	I
My Guido was dead I fell down at his feet	K
While they cheered in the street	K
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IX	L
I bore it friends soothed me my grief looked sublime	O
As the ransom of Italy One boy remained	K
To be leant on and walked with recalling the time	O
When the first grew immortal while both of us strained	K
To the height he had gained	K
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X	L
And letters still came shorter sadder more strong	P
Writ now but in one hand I was not to faint	K
One loved me for two would be with me ere long	P
And Viva l' Italia he died for our saint	K
Who forbids our complaint	K
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XI	L
My Nanni would add he was safe and aware	Q
Of a presence that turned off the balls was imprest	K
It was Guido himself who knew what I could bear	Q
And how 'twas impossible quite dispossessed	K
To live on for the rest	K
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XII	L
On which without pause up the telegraph line	R
Swept smoothly the next news from Gaeta Shot	K
Tell his mother Ah ah his ' their ' mother not mine '	-
No voice says My mother again to me What	K
You think Guido forgot	K
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XIII	L
Are souls straight so happy that dizzy with Heaven	S
They drop earth's affections conceive not of woe	T
I think not Themselves were too lately forgiven	S
Through THAT Love and Sorrow which reconciled so	T
The Above and Below	T
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XIV	I
O Christ of the five wounds who look'dst through the dark	U
To the face of Thy mother consider I pray	V
How we common mothers stand desolate mark	U
Whose sons not being Christs die with eyes turned away	V
And no last word to say	V
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XV	I
Both boys dead but that's out of nature We all	W
Have been patriots yet each house must always keep one	S
'Twere imbecile hewing out roads to a wall	W
And when Italy 's made for what end is it done	S
If we have not a son	S
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XVI	I
Ah ah ah when Gaeta's taken what then	X
When the fair wicked queen sits no more at her sport	K
Of the fire balls of death crashing souls out of men	X
When the guns of Cavalli with final retort	K
Have cut the game short	K
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XVII	I
When Venice and Rome keep their new jubilee	L
When your flag takes all heaven for its white green and red	K
When you have your country from mountain to sea	L
When King Victor has Italy's crown on his head	K
And I have my Dead	K
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XVIII	I
What then Do not mock me Ah ring your bells low	T
And burn your lights faintly My country is there	Q
Above the star pricked by the last peak of snow	T
My Italy 's THERE with my brave civic Pair	Q
To disfranchise despair	Q
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XIX	L
Forgive me Some women bear children in strength	Y
And bite back the cry of their pain in self scorn	Z
But the birth pangs of nations will wring us at length	Y
Into wail such as this and we sit on forlorn	Z
When the man child is born	Z
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XX	L
Dead One of them shot by the sea in the east	K
And one of them shot in the west by the sea	L
Both both my boys If in keeping the feast	K
You want a great song for your Italy free	L
Let none look at me	L
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This was Laura Savio of Turin a poetess and patriot whose sonswere killed at Ancona and Gaeta	K

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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