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Young Irony
"You’regoingtomakemestayupallnightandsleepinthetrainlikeanimmigrantalldayto-morrow,goingbacktoNewYork."
"Hush!someone’scomingalongtheroad—let’sgo!Whoo-ee-oop!"Andwithashoutthatprobablygavethebelatedtravelleraseriesofshivers,sheturnedherhorseintothewoodsandAmoryfollowedslowly,ashehadfollowedheralldayforthreeweeks.
Thesummerwasover,buthehadspentthedaysinwatchingEleanor,agraceful,facileManfred,buildherselfintellectualandimaginativepyramidswhilesherevelledintheartificialitiesofthetemperamentalteensandtheywrotepoetryatthedinner-table.
WhenVanitykissedVanity,ahundredhappyJunesago,he
ponderedo’erherbreathlessly,and,thatallmenmightever
know,herhymedhereyeswithlifeanddeath:
"ThruTimeI’llsavemylove!"hesaid...yetBeauty
vanishedwithhisbreath,and,withherlovers,shewasdead...
—Everhiswitandnothereyes,everhisartandnotherhair:
"Who’dlearnatrickinrhyme,bewiseandpausebeforehis
sonnetthere"...Soallmywords,howevertrue,mightsing
youtoathousandthJune,andnooneeverknowthatyouwere
Beautyforanafternoon.
Sohewroteoneday,whenheponderedhowcoldlywethoughtofthe"DarkLadyoftheSonnets,"andhowlittlewerememberedherasthegreatmanwantedherremembered.ForwhatShakespearemusthavedesired,tohavebeenabletowritewithsuchdivinedespair,wasthattheladyshouldlive...andnowwehavenorealinterestinher....
