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Edgar Lee Masters - Pauline BarrettEdgar Lee Masters - Pauline Barrett
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Almost the shell of a woman after the surgeon`s knife! And almost a year to creep back into strength, Till the dawn of our wedding decennial Found me my seeming self again. We walked the forest together, By a path of soundless moss and turf. But I could not look in your eyes, And you could not look in my eyes, For such sorrow was ours the beginning of gray in your hair, And I but a shell of myself. And what did we talk of? sky and water, Anything, `most, to hide our thoughts. And then your gift of wild roses, Set on the table to grace our dinner. Poor heart, how bravely you struggled To imagine and live a remembered rapture! Then my spirit drooped as the night came on, And you left me alone in my room for a while, As you did when I was a bride, poor heart. And I looked in the mirror and something said: "One should be all dead when one is half-dead Nor ever mock life, nor ever cheat love." And I did it looking there in the mirror Dear, have you ever understood?
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