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<h2> “VEX NOT THIS GHOST” </h2>
<p>Upon the rack of this tough world I hear,<br/>
As when Cordelia’s glories all dissever-<br/>
“Never—never—never—never—never,—”<br/>
That wild moan of the dispossessed Lear.<br/>
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O world, vex not this ghost, yea, let it pass,<br/>
The Spirit of these songs. The fool hath mocked,<br/>
The fool our woe upon us hath unlocked<br/>
From where the soul holds to our lips the glass,<br/>
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To see what breath of life. O fool, poor fool,<br/>
Well, we have laughed together, you and I.<br/>
O fond insulter, in the healing pool<br/>
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Of your deep poignant raillery I lie.<br/>
Let us be grand again, my fool. The throne<br/>
Is gone; but see, the coronation stone!<br/></p>
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