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Show IN THE SHADOW. Could I have shielded thee against time's fret, Placing my heart between thee and all ill, Life's jars and strain and the deep thrusts that kill With sudden grief, I might have kept thee yet; With soft allurements bidding thee forget That alien joy seeks exile at her will. While woe earth's native lingers with us still; But who can banish pain and dark regret? And so, beloved, for love's sake I would hear These heavy hours and call thee back no more. Knowing that thou art sheltered and secure From the keen ills that all who live must share, I would endure the burden and the heat Call evil good, and think death's sharp draught aweet New York Sun. |