human
like the _Lost Mistress_, that
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And the lovers are spiritual athletes, who can live on the memory of a look, and seem to be only irradiated, not scorched, by the tragic flame. But these lovers of the 'Sixties are of less ætherial temper; they are more obviously, familiarly human; the loss of what they love comes home to them, and there is agony in the purifying fire. Such are the wronged husband in _The Worst of It_, and the finally frustrated lover in _Too Late_. In the group of
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Might-have-been lyrics the sense of loss is less poignant and tragic but equally uncompensated.
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You fool!
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You fool for all your lore!... The devil laughed at you in his sleeve! You knew not? That I well believe; Or you had saved two souls;--nay, four.
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Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy, We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,--been happy.