Dramatic Lyrics, by Robert Browning


Take the cloak from his face, and at first

Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!

Death has done all death can.

And, absorbed in the new life he leads,

He recks not, he heeds

Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike

On his senses alike,

And are lost in the solemn and strange

Surprise of the change.

Ha, what avails death to erase

His offence, my disgrace?

I would we were boys as of old

In the field, by the fold:

His outrage, God’s patience, man’s scorn

Were so easily borne!

I stand here now, he lies in his place:

Cover the face!


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