增益其所不能

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She, to Him

俗人晚星:

Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away,
Some other’s feature, accent, thougt like mine,
Will carry you back to what I used to say,
And bring some memory of your love’s decline.


Then you may pause awhile and think, ‘Poor jade!’
And yield a sigh to me - as ample due,
Not as the tittle of a debt unpaid
To one who could resign her all to you -


And thus reflecting, you will never see
That your thin thought, in two small words conveyed,
Was no such fleeting phantom-thought to me,
But the Whole Life wherein my part was played;
And you amid its fitful masquerade
A Thought - as I in your life seem to be!

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