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REMEMBERED DOUBT.

If I may not keep both I must

Kiss your hand - Good-by, good-by!

Let His love fail or I cease to trust

Endlessly her .... See, our love is dust; -

You shall answer the charge, not I!

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Cold and cruel you call -

Heart-lightless - her eyes of blue,

And her hair of gold a mesh to fall

Tangled in - spread for me and all ...

Dare I deem the hard words true?

Vulgar of spirit, too dull

For higher hopes and fears

Than the little measure, scant or full,

Of evil and good, in the narrow school

Taught by the days and years, -

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