The Laboratory - Robert Browning
1 Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy - Which is the poison to poison her, prithee? 2 He is with her, and they know that I know Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear Empty church, to pray God in, for them! - I am here. 3 Grind away, moisten and mash up th...