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 "You last, I mean. That's what I mean. I mean you last as long as lies. You might have said that word, Eileen, And you might have your hair and eyes. "And what you see might be Lisette, Instead of this that has no name. Your silence I can feel it yet, Alive and in me, like a flame. "Where might I be with him to-day, Could he have known before he heard? But no your silence had its way, Without a weapon or a word. "Because a word was never told, I'm going as a worn toy goes. And you are dead; and you'll be old; And I forgive you, I suppose. 'Til soon be changing as all do, To something we have always been; And you'll be old. . . . He liked you, too, I might have killed you then, Eileen. "I think he liked as much of you As had a reason to be seen, As much as God made black and blue. He liked your hair and eyes, Eileen."

Could he have made Priscilla share The paradise that he had planned, Llewellyn would have loved his wife As well as any in the land.