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WILL HE FORGIVE?

Clasped in another's arms, and forced to smile—

To lip, to laugh, whilst, distant many a mile,
He lies under the sod. O God!


My heart is buried with him; only the husk, the shell,
This man holds. And yet my mother says: 'It is well—
Thou art rich, and should'st rejoice in my choice.'


Compared with this man he was poor, though glorious of soul and face;
But a crooked back and mind are accounted small disgrace—
To have a shrunken purse is worse.


So, lapped in the splendours of state,

I live with a man that I hate—