WE quarreled that morning, For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty, And I was nervous and heavy with the child Whose birth I dreaded. I thought over the last letter written me By that estranged young soul Whose betrayal of me I had concealed By marrying the old man. Then I took morphine and sat down to read. Across the blackness that came over my eyes I see the flickering light of these words even now: "And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To-day thou shalt Be with me in paradise." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE WINGS AT DAWN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER KNAPWEED by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |