| Edwin Arlington Robinson (18691935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| V. The Town Down the River |
| 13. Exit |
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| FOR what we owe to other days, | |
| Before we poisoned him with praise, | |
| May we who shrank to find him weak | |
| Remember that he cannot speak. | |
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| For envy that we may recall, | 5 |
| And for our faith before the fall, | |
| May we who are alive be slow | |
| To tell what we shall never know. | |
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| For penance he would not confess, | |
| And for the fateful emptiness | 10 |
| Of early triumph undermined, | |
| May we now venture to be kind. | |
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