Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, URSULA, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON



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First Line: I see her in the festal warmth to-night
Last Line: She knows not I am beggar at her door.


I SEE her in the festal warmth to-night,
Her rest all grace, her motion all delight.
Endowed with all the woman's arts that please,
In her soft gown she seems a thing of ease,
Whom sorrow may not reach or evil blight.

To-morrow she will toil from floor to floor
To smile upon the unreplying poor,
To stay the tears of widows, and to be
Confessor to men's erring hearts ... ah me!
She knows not I am beggar at her door.





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