ROBERT BROWNING.
"Clasp my heart on thine
"Now unblamed,
"Since upon thy soul as well
"Hangeth mine!"
VI.
Being truth?
Why should all the giving prove
His alone?
I had wealth and ease,
Beauty, youth:
Since my lover gave me love,
I gave these.
VII.
—To be just,
And the passion I had raised,
To content.
Since he chose to change
Gold for dust,
If I gave him what he praised
Was it strange?
VIII.
On and on,
While I found some way undreamed
—Paid my debt!
Gave more life and more,
Till, all gone,
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