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 LOVE AND ANGER

F Love from out the citadel thou'd thrust Then drive out Anger too, Love's nimble 'page Dancing attendance for the promised wage, Forgetfulness—yet only paid on trust! Love's cloak of pride were trailing in the dust But for his ready services, and yet, As ready payment he can never get, For Love and Anger both gnaw memory's crust.

If thou canst not forgive her, thy heart's core Still holds an altar to her consecrate! There burns the lamp, if lit by love or hate, Though thou fling stones where flowers were placed before. 'T is not for the forgetting, be it said, That savages heap stones above their dead!