THE deacon thought. "I know them," he began, "And they are all you ever heard of them-- Allurable to no sure theorem, The scorn or the humility of man. You say 'Can I believe it?'--and I can; And I'm unwilling even to condemn The benefaction of a stratagem Like hers--and I'm a Presbyterian. "Though blind, with but a wandering hour to live, He felt the other woman in the fur That now the wife had on. Could she forgive All that? Apparently. Her rings were gone, Of course; and when he found that she had none, He smiled--as he had never smiled at her." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE DREARY CHANGE by WALTER SCOTT A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER WINTER WIZARDRY by LAURA S. BECK |