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XI.

Trust me? Hardly! I bid you not lean (remark)

On my spirit, your spirit—my flesh, your flesh—
Hold my hand, and tread safe through the horrible dark—
Quench my soul as with sprinklings of snow, then refresh
With some blast of new bellows the spark!

XII.

By no means! This were easy (men tell me) to say—

Give her all, throw your chance up, fall back on her heart!
(Say my friends) she must change! after night follows day—
No such fool! I am safe set in hell, for my part—
So let heaven do the worst now he may!