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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A Woman’s Sonnets: IV
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Should ever the day come when this drear world
 Shall read the secret which so close I hold,
 Should taunts and jeers at my bowed head be hurled,
 And all my love and all my shame be told,
 I could not, as some doughtier women do,
 Fling jests and gold and live the scandal down,
 Nor, knowing all fame`s bruitings to be true,
 Keep a proud face and brave the talk of town.
 I have no courage for such tricks and ways,
 No wish to flaunt a once well--honoured name.
 I have too dear a thought of earlier days,
 Too deep a dread of my deserved shame.
 So, when it comes, with one last suppliant cry
 For pardon from my wronged ones, I must die.
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