George Henry Boker Poems

CII

My Darling's temper is beyond compare,
Tender and gentle in its will to me;
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CIV

Sad is it that a love as pure as thine,
Which to itself is so devoid of sin,
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CIX

More than mere instinct, straight against the scope
Of reason's counsel is the desperate hold
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CL

Let the world's people hiss at us! I meet
Their stormiest bickerings with an equal brow;
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I could not hope that one so rarely fair
As thou, could firmly brook this shameful brand,
This bare exposure on the martyr's stand,
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Clamber again into thy midday place,
O sun of love, now so besmirched with cloud;
So crossed and railed against by tempests loud,
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You say my Love no marvel is to you.
As she sedately treads the dust and stir
Of earthly ways, a brightness follows her,
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I cannot say my lady is to you,
Who estimate her beauties from afar,
Of more renown than yonder little star
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Oh! what a hollow and a bootless thing
Is human life, to sum it all in all,
From restless cradle unto quiet pall,
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Heavy and dark, with gusts of spiteful snow,
The moody moments of today lagged by;
And when the boding evening gathered nigh
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