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15.

Men tell me of truth now

6 False !” I cry: Of beauty — “A mask, friend! Look beneath !” We take our own method, the Devil and I,

With pleasant and fair and wise and rare : And the best we wish to what lives, is

death; Which even in wishing, perhaps we lie !

16.

Far better commit a fault and have done -
As you, dear!

- forever; and choose the pure, And look where the healing waters run,

And strive and strain to be good again, And a place in the other world insure,

All glass and gold, with God for its sun.

17.

rue

Misery! What shall I say or do?

I cannot advise, or, at least, persuade : Most like, you are glad you deceived me

No whit of the wrong: you endured too long, Have done no evil and want no aid,

Will live the old life out and chance the new.

18.

And your sentence is written all the same,
And I can do nothing, - pray, perhaps :

I
But somehow the world pursues its game,
If I
pray,
if I curse,

for better or worse : And my

faith is torn to a thousand scraps, And my

heart feels ice while my words breathe flame.

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19.

Dear, I look from my hiding-place.
Are
you
still so fair ? Have

you

still the eyes ? Be happy! Add but the other grace,

Be good! Why want what the angels vaunt? I knew you once : but in Paradise,

If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face.

DÎS ALITER VISUM;

OR

LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS.

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