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I	A
You were not over patient with me dear	B
This want of patience one must rightly rate	C
You are so young Youth ever was severe	B
And variable and inconsiderate	C
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You had not all the needful kindness no	D
Nor should one be amazed unhappily	E
You're very young cold sister mine and so	D
'Tis natural you should unfeeling be	E
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Behold me therefore ready to forgive	F
Not gay of course but doing what I can	G
To bear up bravely deeply though I grieve	H
To be through you the most unhappy man	G
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II	A
But you will own that I was in the right	C
When in my downcast moods I used to say	I
That your sweet eyes my hope once and delight	C
Were come to look like eyes that will betray	I
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It was an evil lie you used to swear	J
And your glance which was lying dear would flame	K
Poor fire near out one stirs to make it flare	J
And in your soft voice you would say Je t'aime	K
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Alas that one should clutch at happiness	L
In sense's season's everything's despite	C
But 'twas an hour of gleeful bitterness	L
When I became convinced that I was right	C
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III	A
And wherefore should I lay my heart wounds bare	J
You love me not an end there lady mine	M
And as I do not choose that one shall dare	J
To pity I must suffer without sign	M
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Yes suffer For I loved you well did I	A
But like a loyal soldier will I stand	C
Till hurt to death he staggers off to die	A
Still filled with love for an ungrateful land	C
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O you that were my Beauty and my Own	N
Although from you derive all my mischance	L
Are not you still my Home then you alone	N
As young and mad and beautiful as France	L
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IV	H
Now I do not intend what were the gain	O
To dwell with streaming eyes upon the past	C
But yet my love which you may think lies slain	O
Perhaps is only wide awake at last	C
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My love perhaps which now is memory	E
Although beneath your blows it cringe and cry	A
And bleed to will and must as I foresee	E
Still suffer long and much before it die	A
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Judges you justly when it seems aware	J
Of some not all banal compunction	P
And of your memory in its despair	J
Reproaching you Ah fi it was ill done	P
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V	E
I see you still I softly pushed the door	Q
As one o'erwhelmed with weariness you lay	I
But O light body love should soon restore	Q
You bounded up tearful at once and gay	I
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O what embraces kisses sweet and wild	C
Myself from brimming eyes I laughed to you	R
Those moments among all O lovely child	C
Shall be my saddest but my sweetest too	R
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I will remember your smile your caress	L
Your eyes so kind that day exquisite snare	J
Yourself in fine whom else I might not bless	L
Only as they appeared not as they were	S
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VI	A
I see you still Dressed in a summer dress	L
Yellow and white bestrewn with curtain flowers	L
But you had lost the glistening laughingness	L
Of our delirious former loving hours	L
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The eldest daughter and the little wife	H
Spoke plainly in your bearing's least detail	T
Already 'twas alas our altered life	H
That stared me from behind your dotted veil	T
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Forgiven be And with no little pride	C
I treasure up and you no doubt see why	A
Remembrance of the lightning to one side	C
That used to flash from your indignant eye	A
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VII	H
Some moments I'm the tempest driven bark	U
That runs dismasted mid the hissing spray	I
And seeing not Our Lady through the dark	U
Makes ready to be drowned and kneels to pray	I
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Some moments I'm the sinner at his end	C
That knows his doom if he unshriven go	D
And losing hope of any ghostly friend	C
Sees Hell already gape and feels it glow	D
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Oh but Some moments I've the spirit stout	C
Of early Christians in the lion's care	J
That smile to Jesus witnessing without	C
A nerve's revolt the turning of a hair	J

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