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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - I Will Smile No More
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No, I will smile no more. If but for pride
 And the high record of these days of pain,
 I will not be as these, the uncrucified
 Who idly live and find life`s pleasures vain.
 The garment of my lofe is rent in twain,
 Parted by love and pity. Some have died
 Of a less hurt than `twas my luck to gain,
 And live with God, nor dare I be denied.

 No, I will smile no more. Love`s touch of pleasure
 Shall be as tears to me, fair words as gall,
 The sun as blackness, friends as a false measure,
 And Spring`s blithe pageant on this earthly ball,
 If it should brag, shall earn from me no praise
 But silence only to my end of days.
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