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I've a Friend over the sea	A
I like him but he loves me	A
It all grew out of the books I write	B
They find such favour in his sight	B
That he slaughters you with savage looks	C
Because you don't admire my books	C
He does himself though and if some vein	D
Were to snap to night in this heavy brain	D
To morrow month if I lived to try	E
Round should I just turn quietly	A
Or out of the bedclothes stretch my hand	F
Till I found him come from his foreign land	F
To be my nurse in this poor place	G
And make my broth and wash my face	G
And light my fire and all the while	H
Bear with his old good humoured smile	H
That I told him Better have kept away	I
Than come and kill me night and day	I
With worse than fever throbs and shoots	J
The creaking of his clumsy boots ''	K
I am as sure that this he would do	L
As that Saint Paul's is striking two	L
And I think I rather woe is me	A
Yes rather would see him than not see	A
If lifting a hand could seat him there	M
Before me in the empty chair	M
To night when my head aches indeed	N
And I can neither think nor read	O
Nor make these purple fingers hold	P
The pen this garret's freezing cold	P
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And I've a Lady there he wakes	Q
The laughing fiend and prince of snakes	Q
Within me at her name to pray	I
Fate send some creature in the way	I
Of my love for her to be down torn	R
Upthrust and outward borne	R
So I might prove myself that sea	A
Of passion which I needs must be	A
Call my thoughts false and my fancies quaint	S
And my style infirm and its figures faint	S
All the critics say and more blame yet	T
And not one angry word you get	T
But please you wonder I would put	U
My cheek beneath that lady's foot	U
Rather than trample under mine	V
The laurels of the Florentine	W
And you shall see how the devil spends	X
A fire God gave for other ends	X
I tell you I stride up and down	Y
This garret crowned with love's best crown	Y
And feasted with love's perfect feast	Z
To think I kill for her at least	Z
Body and soul and peace and fame	A2
Alike youth's end and manhood's aim	A2
So is my spirit as flesh with sin	B2
Filled full eaten out and in	B2
With the face of her the eyes of her	C2
The lips the little chin the stir	C2
Of shadow round her month and she	A
I'll tell you calmly would decree	A
That I should roast at a slow fire	C2
If that would compass her desire	C2
And make her one whom they invite	B
To the famous ball to morrow night	B
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There may be heaven there must be hell	D2
Meantime there is our earth here well	D2

Robert Browning

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