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FAIN WOULD I HAVE MINE EYES EVEN WITH THEIR EYES.
FOOL, GO PLUCK A BOUGH AND WEAR IT.
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BLUSTERING GOD,
STAMPING ACROSS THE SKY
WITH LOUD SWAGGER,
I FEAR YOU NOT.
NO, THOUGH FROM YOUR HIGHEST HEAVEN
YOU PLUNGE YOUR SPEAR AT MY HEART,
I FEAR YOU NOT.
NO, NOT IF THE BLOW
IS AS THE LIGHTNING BLASTING A TREE,
I FEAR YOU NOT, PUFFING BRAGGART.
IF THOU CAN SEE INTO MY HEART
THAT I FEAR THEE NOT,
THOU WILT SEE WHY I FEAR THEE NOT,
AND WHY IT IS RIGHT.
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SO THREATEN NOT, THOU, WITH THY BLOODY SPEARS,
ELSE THY SUBLIME EARS SHALL HEAR CURSES.
WITHAL, THERE IS ONE WHOM I FEAR;
I FEAR TO SEE GRIEF UPON THAT FACE.
PERCHANCE, FRIEND, HE IS NOT YOUR GOD;
IF SO, SPIT UPON HIM.
BY IT YOU WILL DO NO PROFANITY.
BUT I—
AH, SOONER WOULD I DIE
THAN SEE TEARS IN THOSE EYES OF MY SOUL.
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“IT WAS WRONG TO DO THIS,” SAID THE ANGEL.
“YOU SHOULD LIVE LIKE A FLOWER,
“HOLDING MALICE LIKE A PUPPY,
“WAGING WAR LIKE A LAMBKIN.”
“NOT SO,” QUOTH THE MAN
WHO HAD NO FEAR OF SPIRITS;
“IT IS ONLY WRONG FOR ANGELS
“WHO CAN LIVE LIKE THE FLOWERS,
“HOLDING MALICE LIKE THE PUPPIES,
“WAGING WAR LIKE THE LAMBKINS.”
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A MAN TOILED ON A BURNING ROAD,
NEVER RESTING.
ONCE HE SAW A FAT, STUPID ASS
GRINNING AT HIM FROM A GREEN PLACE.
THE MAN CRIED OUT IN A RAGE,
“AH! DO NOT DERIDE ME, FOOL!
“I KNOW YOU—
“ALL DAY STUFFING YOUR BELLY,
“BURYING YOUR HEART
“IN GRASS AND TENDER SPROUTS:
“IT WILL NOT SUFFICE YOU.”
BUT THE ASS ONLY GRINNED AT HIM FROM THE GREEN PLACE.
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A MAN FEARED THAT HE MIGHT FIND AN ASSASSIN;
ANOTHER THAT HE MIGHT FIND A VICTIM.
ONE WAS MORE WISE THAN THE OTHER.
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WITH EYE AND WITH GESTURE
YOU SAY YOU ARE HOLY.
I SAY YOU LIE;
FOR I DID SEE YOU
DRAW AWAY YOUR COATS
FROM THE SIN UPON THE HANDS
OF A LITTLE CHILD.
LIAR!
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THE SAGE LECTURED BRILLIANTLY.
BEFORE HIM, TWO IMAGES:
“NOW THIS ONE IS A DEVIL,
“AND THIS ONE IS ME.”
HE TURNED AWAY.
THEN A CUNNING PUPIL
CHANGED THE POSITIONS.
TURNED THE SAGE AGAIN:
“NOW THIS ONE IS A DEVIL,
“AND THIS ONE IS ME.”
THE PUPILS SAT, ALL GRINNING,
AND REJOICED IN THE GAME.
BUT THE SAGE WAS A SAGE.
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WALKING IN THE SKY,
A MAN IN STRANGE BLACK GARB
ENCOUNTERED A RADIANT FORM.
THEN HIS STEPS WERE EAGER;
BOWED HE DEVOUTLY,
“MY LORD,” SAID HE.
BUT THE SPIRIT KNEW HIM NOT.
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UPON THE ROAD OF MY LIFE,
PASSED ME MANY FAIR CREATURES,
CLOTHED ALL IN WHITE, AND RADIANT.
TO ONE, FINALLY, I MADE SPEECH:
“WHO ART THOU?”
BUT SHE, LIKE THE OTHERS,
KEPT COWLED HER FACE,
AND ANSWERED IN HASTE, ANXIOUSLY,
“I AM GOOD DEED, FORSOOTH;
“YOU HAVE OFTEN SEEN ME.”
“NOT UNCOWLED,” I MADE REPLY.
AND WITH RASH AND STRONG HAND,
THOUGH SHE RESISTED,
I DREW AWAY THE VEIL
AND GAZED AT THE FEATURES OF VANITY.
SHE, SHAMEFACED, WENT ON;
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