Poems (Sill)/Recall

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RECALL.
LOVE me, or I am slain!" I cried, and meantBitterly true each word. Nights, morns, slipped by,Moons, circling suns, yet still alive am I;But shame to me, if my best time be spent
On this perverse, blind passion! Are we sentUpon a planet just to mate and die,A man no more than some pale butterflyThat yields his day to nature's sole intent?
Or is my life but Marguerite's ox-eyed flower,That I should stand and pluck and fling away,One after one, the petal of each hour, ​Like a love-dreamy girl, and only say,"Loves me," and "loves me not," and "loves me"? Nay!Let the man's mind awake to manhood's power.
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