Collected Poems
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COLLECTED POEMS
And they had been like lovers to the last :
And after that, and long, long after that,
Her tears had washed out more of widowed grief
Than smiles had ever told of other joy.
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Only one thing, only one thread was left;
When she broke that, when reason snapped it off,
And once for all, baffled, the grave let go
The trivial hideous hold it had on her,
Then she were free, free to be what she would,
Free to be what she was. And yet she stayed,
Leashed, as it were, and with a cobweb strand,
Close to a tombstone maybe to starve there.
But why to starve? And why stay there at all?
Why not make one good leap and then be done
Forever and at once with Argan ' s ghost
And all such outworn churchyard servitude?
For it was Argan ' s ghost that held the string,
And her sick fancy that held Argan ' s ghost
Held it and pitied it. She laughed, almost,
There for the moment; but her strained eyes filled
With tears, and she was angry for those tears
Angry at first, then proud, then sorry for them.
So she grew calm; and after a vain chase
For thoughts more vain, she questioned of herself
What measure of primeval doubts and fears
Were still to be gone through that she might win
Persuasion of her strength and of herself
To be what she could see that she must be,
No matter where the ghost was. And the more
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