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Do you blame me that I loved him?
     If when standing all alone
I cried for bread a careless world
     Pressed to my lips a stone.

Do you blame me that I loved him,
     That my heart beat glad and free,
When he told me in the sweetest tones
     He loved but only me?

Can you blame me that I did not see
     Beneath his burning kiss
The serpent's wiles, nor even hear
     The deadly adder hiss?

Can you blame me that my heart grew cold
     The tempted, tempter turned;
When he was feted and caressed
     And I was coldly spurned?

Would you blame him, when you draw from me
     Your dainty robes aside,
If he with gilded baits should claim
     Your fairest as his bride?

Would you blame the world if it should press
     On him a civic crown;
And see me struggling in the depth
     Then harshly press me down?

Crime has no sex and yet to-day
     I wear the brand of shame;
Whilst he amid the gay and proud
     Still bears an honored name.

Can you blame me if I've learned to think
     Your hate of vice a sham,
When you so coldly crushed me down
     And then excused the man?

Would you blame me if to-morrow
     The coroner should say,
A wretched girl, outcast, forlorn,
     Has thrown her life away?

Yes, blame me for my downward course,
     But oh! remember well,
Within your homes you press the hand
     That led me down to hell.

I'm glad God's ways are not our ways
     He does not see as man;
Within His love I know there's room
     For those whom others ban.

I think before His great white throne,
     His throne of spotless light,
That whited sepulchres shall wear
     The hue of endless night.

That I who fell, and he who sinned,
     Shall reap as we have sown;
That each the burden of his loss
     Must bear and bear alone.

No golden weights can turn the scale
     Of justice in His sight;
And what is wrong in woman's life
     In man's cannot be right.
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O yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
    Just as a weaker woman loves her own,
Better than I love my beloved art,
    Which, till you came, reigned royally, alone,
My king, my master. Since I saw your face
I have dethroned it, and you hold that place.

I am as weak as other women are:
    Your frown can make the whole world like a tomb;
Your smile shines brighter than the sun, by far.
    Sometimes I think there is not space or room
In all the earth for such a love as mine,
And it soars up to breathe in realms divine.

I know that your desertion or neglect
    Could break my heart, as women's hearts do break.
If my wan days had nothing to expect
    From your love's splendor, all joy would forsake
The chambers of my soul. Yes, this is true.
And yet, and yet--one thing I keep from you.

There is a subtle part of me, which went
    Into my long pursued and worshipped art;
Though your great love fills me with such content
    No other love finds room now, in my heart.
Yet that rare essence was my art's alone.
Thank God, you cannot grasp it; 'tis mine own.

Thank God, I say, for while I love you so,
With that vast love, as passionate as tender,
I feel an exultation as I know
I have not made you a complete surrender.
Here is my body; bruise it, if you will,
And break my heart; I have that something still.

You cannot grasp it. Seize the breath of morn
    Or bind the perfume of the rose, as well.
God put it in my soul when I was born;
    It is not mine to give away, or sell,
Or offer up on any altar shrine.
It was my art's; and when not art's, 'tis mine,

For love's sake I can put the art away,
    Or anything which stands 'twixt me and you.
But that strange essence God bestowed, I say,
    To permeate the work He gave to do:
And it cannot be drained, dissolved, or sent
Through any channel save the one He meant.
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