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First Line: Be frank with me, and I accept my lot
Last Line: Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit.
Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Pearce; Stirling-maxwell, Lady; Norton, The Honourable Mrs. Caroline


BE frank with me, and I accept my lot;
But deal not with me as a grieving child,
Who for the loss of that which he hath not
Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled.
Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb,
The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased;
Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom
By wavering doubts how far thou art released:
This dressing pity in the garb of love, --
This effort of the heart to seem the same, --
These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove
But that thou leavest me with a kind of shame,) --
Remind me more, by their most vain deceit,
Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit.





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