Robert Browning
London / England
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The Laboratory-Ancien Régime

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I.
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely,
As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy---
Which is the poison to poison her, prithee?

II.
He is with her, and they know that I know
Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow
While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear
Empty church, to pray God in, for them!---I am here.
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Carlos Echeverria 31 May 2012
A cuckold's jealous rage has never sounded so good.
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