Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly
With their rains,) and behold my soul’s true face,
The dim and weary witness of life’s race,—
Because thou hast...
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Because 'twas Riches I could own, |
Because He loves Her |
Because I could not stop for Death— |
Because my Brook is fluent |
Because that you are going |
Because the Bee may blameless hum |
Good night, because we must, |
I rose — because He sank — |
We lose — because we win — |