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Page 23 Mary.
Well then of me. I'll preach a little hope
Out of my simple life. Once, some years past,
I was betrothed - not yet so long ago
I could have told my tale more passionately,
With intricate vexed memories, have marked
The turns and changes and the subtle breaks,
Showing "I hoped thus" and "I sorrowed thus:"
But now I find so little to be told.
Whilst I was loving happily I learned
That I must love no more. I bade him wed
The mother of his child; and that he did,
And has been worthier since. But, Eleanor,
I suffered. Nay I think it must be worse
Than one's own due remorse for wrong to find
Shame in you for the man you love. And I
Was heavy for the loss of love and hopes
That had been - ah we know what such hopes are.
I was so desolate for long. I would
That I could make you feel it; but myself
I cannot feel it now. The sun aglow,
Warm on my eyes, has dazzled them from sight
Of the clouds far floating backwards from the rent
It burst between them. Oh, dear Eleanor,
Never believe there is not happiness
Waiting you somewhere. I was helpless once,
And thought my life would limp on darkling, lost
In the clinging mist.
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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