| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| I. The Man Against the Sky |
| 16. Another Dark Lady |
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| THINK not, because I wonder where you fled, | |
| That I would lift a pin to see you there; | |
| You may, for me, be prowling anywhere, | |
| So long as you show not your little head: | |
| No dark and evil story of the dead | 5 |
| Would leave you less pernicious or less fair— | |
| Not even Lilith, with her famous hair; | |
| And Lilith was the devil, I have read. | |
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| I cannot hate you, for I loved you then. | |
| The woods were golden then. There was a road | 10 |
| Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed | |
| Like yours. Truth must have heard me from afar, | |
| For I shall never have to learn again | |
| That yours are cloven as no beech’s are. | |
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