HAPIf but some vengeful god would call to meFrom up the sky, and laugh: ” Thou suffering thing,Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,That thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!” Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than IHad willed and meted […]

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