Social Tragedies And Other Poems

years ago !?I learned by heart Every turn and wind of the shore !?your pardon, sir!?tears will start, But you seemed so kindly, sir,?to have a heart somewhere? That I trusted you,?couldn't help it?'twas your face, sir, and manly air,? And I could have loved you?madly?but I have no heart, sir, here !? It's down there, down by the sea-shore, dead, dead this many a year ! Dead ? As good as dead, though it throbs and throbs in its endless pain! He's there !?the lord of my life !?was there? whom I'll never see again I Perchance he is gone?gone again?and another widowed heart Is broken and crazed like mine!?Tomorrow, you say, you start ? Perhaps you will meet him ! And then, will you bear him a message from me, And tell him I love him still, and pine for the moonlit sea, And the boat that used to glide like a dream on the rising tide Far out on the evening bay?and he was by my side !-? You will think me frail, I know, but I'd sell my hopes of heaven To lie in his arms tonight?nor ask to be forgiven If only the day never dawned to tear me away from him !? I'd rather be tortured, or burned, or severed limb from limb !? Oh the exquisite bliss of yielding to his impassioned will! Oh the clasp of his mighty arms?I can feel them holding me still! Oh the kiss that sent the blood flood-tiding up to the lips And coursing and thrilling and tingling from the heart to the finger-tips ! You'...