The Man Against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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"You've killed the last assurance That once would have me strive To rouse an old endurance That is no more alive. It makes two people chilly To say what we have said, But you -- you'll not be silly And wrangle for the dead. "You don't? You never wrangle? Why scold then, -- or complain? More words will only mangle What you've already slain. Your pride you can't surrender? My name -- for that you fear? Since when were men so tender, And honor so severe? "No more -- I'll never bear it. I'm going. I'm like ice. My burden? You would share it? Forbid the sacrifice! Forget so quaint a notion, And let no more be told; For moon and stars and ocean And you and I are cold." |
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