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My Claudia it is long since we have met	A
So kissed so held each other heart to heart	B
I thought to greet thee as a conqueror comes	C
Bearing the trophies of his prowess home	D
But Jove hath willed it should be otherwise	E
Jove say I Nay some mightier stranger god	F
Who thus hath laid his heavy hand on me	G
No victor Claudia but a broken man	H
Who seeks to hide his weakness in thy love	I
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How beautiful thou art The years have brought	J
An added splendor to thy loveliness	E
With passion of dark eye and lip rose red	K
Struggling between its dimple and its pride	L
And yet there is somewhat that glooms between	M
Thy love and mine come girdle me about	N
With thy true arms and pillow on thy breast	O
This aching and bewildered head of mine	P
Here where the fountain glitters in the sun	Q
Among the saffron lilies I will tell	R
If so that words will answer my desire	S
The shameful fate that hath befallen me	G
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Down in Jerusalem they slew a man	H
Or god it may be that he was a god	F
Those mad wild Jews whom Pontius Pilate rules	E
Thou knowest Pilate Claudia a vain man	H
Too weak to govern such a howling horde	T
As those same Jews This man they crucified	L
I knew nought of him had not heard his name	U
Until the day they dragged him to his death	V
Then all tongues wagged about him and his deeds	E
Some said that he had claimed to be their King	W
Some that he had blasphemed their deity	G
'Twas certain he was poor and meanly born	X
No warrior he nor hero and he taught	J
Doctrines that surely would upset the world	Y
And so they killed him to be rid of him	Z
Wise very wise if he were only man	H
Not quite so wise if he were half a god	F
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I know that strange things happened when he died	L
There was a darkness and an agony	G
And some were vastly frightened not so I	A2
What cared I if that mob of reeking Jews	E
Had brought a nameless curse upon their heads	E
I had no part in that blood guiltiness	E
At least he died and some few friends of his	E
I think he had not very many friends	E
Took him and laid him in a garden tomb	B2
A watch was set about the sepulchre	S
Lest these his friends should hide him and proclaim	U
That he had risen as he had fore told	C2
Laugh not my Claudia I laughed when I heard	D2
The prophecy I would I had not laughed	E2
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I Maximus was chosen for the guard	F2
With all my trusty fellows Pilate knew	G2
I was a man who had no foolish heart	B
Of softness all unworthy of a man	H
My eyes had looked upon a tortured slave	H2
As on a beetle crushed beneath my tread	K
I gloried in the splendid strife of war	S
Lusting for conquest I had won the praise	E
Of our stern general on a scarlet field	I2
Red in my veins the warrior passion ran	H
For I had sprung from heroes Roman born	X
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That second night we watched before the tomb	B2
My men were merry on the velvet turf	J2
Bestarred with early blossoms of the Spring	W
They diced with jest and laughter all around	K2
The moonlight washed us like a silver lake	L2
Save where that silent seal d sepulchre	S
Was hung with shadow as a purple pall	M2
A faint wind stirred among the olive boughs	E
Methinks I hear the sighing of that wind	N2
In all sounds since it was so dumbly sad	O2
But as the night wore on it died away	P2
And all was deadly stillness Claudia	Q2
That stillness was most awful as if some	R2
Great heart had broken and so ceased to beat	S2
I thought of many things but found no joy	T2
In any thought even the thought of thee	G
The moon waned in the west and sickly grew	S
Her light sucked from her in the breaking dawn	U2
Never was dawn so welcome as that pale	V2
Faint glimmer in the cloudless brooding sky	A2
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Claudia how may I tell what came to pass	E
I have been mocked at when I told the tale	V2
For a crazed dreamer punished by the gods	E
Because he slept on guard but mock not thou	W2
I could not bear it if thy lips should mock	X2
The vision dread of that Judean morn	X
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Sudden the pallid east was all aflame	U
With radiance that beat upon our eyes	E
As from noonday sun and then we saw	E
Two shapes that were as the immortal gods	E
Standing before the tomb around me fell	R
My men as dead but I though through my veins	E
Ran a cold tremor never known before	S
Withstood the shock and saw one shining shape	Y2
Roll back the stone the whole world seemed ablaze	E
And through the garden came a rushing wind	N2
Thundering a paeon as of victory	G
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Then that dead man came forth Oh Claudia	Q2
If thou coulds't but have seen the face of him	Z
Never was such a conqueror Yet no pride	L
Was in it nought but love and tenderness	E
Such as we Romans scoff at and his eyes	E
Bespake him royal Oh my Claudia	Q2
Surely he was no Jew but very god	F
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Then he looked full upon me I had borne	X
Much staunchly but that look I could not bear	S
What man may front a god and live I fell	R
Prone as if stricken by a thunderbolt	Z2
And though I died not somewhat of me died	L
That made me man When my long stupor passed	A3
I was no longer Maximus I was	E
A weakling with a piteous woman soul	B3
All strength and pride joy and ambition gone	U2
My Claudia dare I tell thee what foul curse	E
Is mine because I looked upon a god	F
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I care no more for glory all desire	S
For conquest and for strife is gone from me	G
All eagerness for war I only care	S
To help and heal bruised beings and to give	C3
Some comfort to the weak and suffering	W
I cannot even hate those Jews my lips	E
Speak harshly of them but within my heart	B
I feel a strange compassion and I love	I
All creatures to the vilest of the slaves	E
Who seem to me as brothers Claudia	Q2
Scorn me not for this weakness it will pass	E
Surely 'twill pass in time and I shall be	G
Maximus strong and valiant once again	D3
Forgetting that slain god and yet and yet	A
He looked as one who could not be forgot	E3

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