I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
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I found that ivory image there
Dancing with her chosen youth,
But when he wound her coal-black hair
As though to strangle her, no scream
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I know, although when looks meet
I tremble to the bone,
The more I leave the door unlatched
The sooner love is gone,
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That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
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Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head
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I AM tired of cursing the Bishop,
(Said Crazy Jane)
Nine books or nine hats
Would not make him a man.
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'Love is all
Unsatisfied
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul';
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I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
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