Poems (Taylor)/Left in Life—I

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LEFT IN LIFE I.
I would not have thee know the tears I weep.
The cold corroding vigils that I keep,
And the dim-scarlet fainting dreams of sleep,
    I would not have thee know.

Like burning embers lie upon my breast
Those memories. Soon, soon (and it is best!)
The heart must flame and break.—Sweet be thy rest!
    I would not have thee know.

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