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ere money be, Love with liking? Crush the fly-king In his gauze, because no honey-bee? XI May not liking be so simple-sweet, If love grew there 'Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? XII Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! XIII Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection-- Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? XIV Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder, And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? XV Or else kiss away one's soul on her? Your love-fancies! --A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her! XVI Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,-- Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, Uses fine things that efface the rose: XVII Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals,-- Last, some old king locks it up, morose! XVIII Then how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it, rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it--at last, throw away! "The Last Ride Together" may be cited as another example of the philosophy which an Englishman, or at any rate a Browning, can evolve from a more or less painful episode. THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER I I said--Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love avails, Since all my life seemed meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs must be-- My whole heart rises up to bless Your name in pride and thankfulness! Take back the hope you gave,--I claim Only a memory of the same, --And this beside, if you will not blame, Your leave for one more last ride with me. II My mistress bent that brow of hers; Those deep dark eyes where pride demurs When pity would be softening through, Fixed me a breathing-while or two With life or death in the balance: right! The blood replenished me again; My last thought was at least not vain: I and my mistress, side by side Shall be together, breathe and ride, So, one day more am I deified. Who knows but the world may e
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