I found a paper on her chiffonier -- Manilla wrapping of a scarf or gloves, -- I read in penciling: "He says, my love's More than my tact . . . a child of fifteen year . . . He says he wishes I were more like sister. . . He says he needs" -- and there I saw her stand In the door, white-plume on head, her shopping in hand, Smiles on her lips. She came to me . . . I kissed her . . . She marked . . . Her face fell on my shoulder; so We clung together. "I'm so sorry, friend, You found my scrawl." -- "I love you, child." -- "I know." -- "Forgive." -- "'Twas for my good -- and there's an end." The rest was silence -- the embrace and kiss Of love with love upon the precipice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN H. BAPTISME (2) by GEORGE HERBERT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 13 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |