He might have bled my youthful heart
But that his farewell words, "God pity you?'
(God who gave me a sense of humor!)
Made quickened tears of laughter start.
Another loved me. And I hoped that I loved him.
I tried to keep a partial vow.
But the path ahead___box-hedged___looked very trim
(I love crimson ramblers)
And he found solace and is happy now.
And there was one. Ah, one there was
Whose bright high dreams and radiance yet I crave.
His vision touched all sordid earth-born things
(But the gods loved him too)
And I must think that he is restless in his grave.
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)