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I ama boy inthis. Alas!
Look round on all the world of men!
The boys are oft of genus ‘‘ass.”
Think yourself lucky, lady, then,
If I at least am boy. You laugh?
Not you! Is this love’s epitaph,
God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne?
“ Ah, if I only had not known!”
All wrong, belovéd! Truth be ours,
The one white flower (of all the flowers)
You ever cared for! Ignorance
May set its puppets up to dance ;
We know who pulls the strings. No sage;
A man unwashed, the bearded brute!
His wife, the mother-prostitute !
Behind the marionetted stage
See the true Punch-and-Judy show,
Turn copper so to silver! Know,
And who can help forgiving? So
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