Poems . , and heard, the pale nun(Looking laiger than life, where she stood in the sun). The sick soldier sprang up- LUCILE. 145 Point to him and murmur, Behold ! Then that plumeSeemed to wave like a fire, and fade off in the gloomWhich momently put out the world. xxxiv. To his sideMoved the man the boy dreaded yet loved ... Ah ! ... he sighed, The smooth brow, the fair Vargrave face ! and those the mothers ! The old things again! Do not suffer, young man ? The , I die. The Duke. Not so young! The Boy. So young ? yes ! and yet I have tangledamong The frayed warp and wo
Poems . , and heard, the pale nun(Looking laiger than life, where she stood in the sun). The sick soldier sprang up- LUCILE. 145 Point to him and murmur, Behold ! Then that plumeSeemed to wave like a fire, and fade off in the gloomWhich momently put out the world. xxxiv. To his sideMoved the man the boy dreaded yet loved ... Ah ! ... he sighed, The smooth brow, the fair Vargrave face ! and those the mothers ! The old things again! Do not suffer, young man ? The , I die. The Duke. Not so young! The Boy. So young ? yes ! and yet I have tangledamong The frayed warp and woof of this brieflife of mine Other lives than my own. Could mydeath but untwine The vext skein . , but it will , Duke, young— so young ! And I knew you not? yet I have doneyou a wrong Irreparable ! . . late, too late to repair. If I knew any means . . but I knownone! . . I swear. If this broken fraction of time could ex-tend Into infinite lives of atonement, no end Would seem too remote for my grief(could that be !) To include it! Not too late, however,for me To entr
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