Concealment

No; to what purpose should I speak?

No, wretched heart! swell till you break.

She cannot love me if she would;

And, to say truth, ’twere pity that she should.

No; to the grave thy sorrows bear;

As silent as they will be there:

Since that lov’d hand this mortal wound does give,

So handsomely the thing contrive,

That she may guiltless of it live;

So perish, that her killing thee

May a chance-medley,and no murder, be.

‘Tis nobler much for me, that I

By her beauty, not her anger, die:

This will look justly, and become

An execution; that, a martyrdom.

The censuring world will ne’er refrain

From judging men by thunder slain.

She must be angry, sure, if I should be

So bold to ask her to make me,

By being hers, happier than she!

I will not; ‘t is a milder fate

To fall by her not loving, than her hate.

And yet this death of mine, I fear,

Will ominous to her appear;

When, sound in every other part,

Her sacrifice is found without an heart;

For the last tempest of my death

Shall sigh out that too with my breath.

Then shall the world my noble ruin see,

Some pity and some envy me;

Then she herself, the mighty she,

Shall grace my funerals with this truth;

” ‘T was only Love destroy’d the gentle youth.”

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• Not the Pilot. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Heat Flames up and Consumes. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• No Labor-Saving Machine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Night on The Prairies. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Native Moments. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mystic Trumpeter, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Myself and Mine. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• My Picture-Gallery. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mother and Babe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Miracles. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mediums. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Me Imperturbe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Mannahatta. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Look Down, Fair Moon. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Longings for Home. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long, too Long, O Land! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Long I Thought that Knowledge. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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