Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг)

After

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!

I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face! 

1. Protus
2. Thus The Mayne Glideth
3. The Italian in England
4. Home-Thoughts, from the Sea
5. How It Strikes a Contemporary

Lizette Reese (Лайзетт Риз) After ("OH, the littles that remain!")

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