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<h2> ENVOY </h2>
<p>When you and I have played the little hour,<br/>
Have seen the tall subaltern Life to Death<br/>
Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath,<br/>
The first long breath of freedom; when the flower<br/>
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Of Recompense has fluttered to our feet,<br/>
As to an actor’s; and the curtain down,<br/>
We turn to face each other all alone—<br/>
Alone, we two, who never yet did meet,<br/>
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Alone, and absolute, and free: oh, then,<br/>
Oh, then, most dear, how shall be told the tale?<br/>
Clasped hands, pressed lips, and so clasped hands again;<br/>
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No words. But as the proud wind fills the sail,<br/>
My love to yours shall reach, then one deep moan<br/>
Of joy; and then our infinite Alone.<br/></p>
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