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Rh. The most of men feel that, But you and I leave names upon the harp.

. You play with arguments as lawyers do, And put no heart in them. I know your thoughts, For we have slept under the one cloak and drunk From the one wine cup. I know you to the bone. I have heard you cry, aye in your very sleep, ‘I have no son,’ and with such bitterness That I have gone upon my knees and prayed That it might be amended.

. For you thought That I should be as biddable as others Had I their reason for it; but that’s not true; For I would need a weightier argument Than one that marred me in the copying, As I have that clean hawk out of the air That, as men say, begot this body of mine Upon a mortal woman.

. Now as ever You mock at every reasonable hope, And would have nothing, or impossible things. What eye has ever looked upon the child Would satisfy a mind like that?

. I would leave