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FORSAKEN by JOHN DRINKWATER

Poet Analysis

First Line: THE WORD IS SAID, AND I NO MORE SHALL KNOW
Last Line: SAVE FOR A BEDESMAN TELLING O'ER HIS BEADS.
Subject(s): PRAYER; PURGATORY; SOUL;
THE word is said, and I no more shall know
Aught of the changing story of her days,
Nor any treasure that her lips bestow.

And I, who loving her was wont to praise
All things in love, now reft of music go
With silent step down unfrequented ways.

My soul is like a lonely market-place,
Where late were laughing folk and shining steeds
And many things of comeliness and grace;

And now between the stones are twisting weeds,
No sound there is, nor any friendly face,
Save for a bedesman telling o'er his beads.



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