Paul Laurence Dunbar - To An IngratePaul Laurence Dunbar - To An Ingrate
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This is to-day, a golden summer`s day
And yet--and yet
My vengeful soul will not forget
The past, forever now forgot, you say.
From that half height where I had sadly climbed,
I stretched my hand,
I lone in all that land,
Down there, where, helpless, you were limed.
Our fingers clasped, and dragging me a pace,
You struggled up.
It is a bitter Cup,
That now for naught, you turn away your face.
I shall remember this for aye and aye.
Whate`er may come,
Although my lips are dumb,
My spirit holds you to that yesterday.
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