Robert Browning




by Robert Browning

Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst.

How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance -- both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold --
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne.

I stand here now, he lies in his place --
Cover the face.


Men And Women
Copyright 1863
Boston: Ticknor And Fields