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Edith Nesbit - A Comedy
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MADAM, you bade me act a part, 
    A comedy of your devising-- 
Forbade me to consult my heart, 
    To be sincere--or compromising. 


The play was not my own device, 
    My stage-struck youth lies far behind me; 
And yet--I thought it would be nice 
    To play the part that you assigned me. 


Thus have I learned my rôle so well 
    That, as I play, you question whether 
Fate has not taught your jest a spell 
    To bind me to you altogether. 


The truth is this: so ill I wrought 
    In mastering the part you gave me, 
That now `tis tyrant of my thought, 
    And nothing in the world can save me! 


Between me and my work, your face, 
    In haunting fashion, daily lingers; 
Your eyes make mine their dwelling place 
    Your dream-hand thrills my idle fingers. 


Through death-white nights I dream of you-- 
    Of what might move, and what has moved you-- 
Ah! no! There`s nothing you can do!... 
    ...It`s not as though I really loved you.
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