Plays tunes of domesticity—

That Love I sing of and have sung

And mean to sing till Death yawn sheer,

He rules the music of my tongue,

Stills it or quickens, there or here.

I say but this: as we went up

I heard the Monthly give a sniff

And "if the big dog makes the pup—"

She murmured—then repeated "if!"

The caudle on a slab was placed;

She snuffed it, snorting loud and long;

I fled—I would not stop to taste—

And dreamed all night of things gone wrong.

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3. THE SENTENCES

I

Abortive Love is half a sin;

But Love's abortions dearer far

Than wheels without an axle-pin

Or life without a married star.

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