DIVIDED, by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITEPoet's Biography
First Line: Tis strange that we should fall apart Last Line: Its father's face, its mother's eyes.
'TIS strange that we should fall apart And live divided nights and days! What loneliness crowds on the heart, What vacancy in eyes that gaze. Oh! if there were a little child, Whose innocence had made it wise, Remembrance would have reconciled Its father's face, its mother's eyes.
