Ambition, and Other Poems/Uncertainty

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Uncertainty
Shall I confess my love? No, no—it will not do;Not while Uncertainty Can keep a woman true.She shall not know that I, Being absolutely won,Release her thousand charms For something new in man.So let the game go on, Which Love calls 'Yes or No,'Till Death says, 'Come with me— Come to a quiet show.'Where she, or I, alone, Inside the cold, black vault,Train worms to skip a hair, And make the somersault.
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