Does harping on it lessen pain?
Or does the rhythm of your refrain
Of suffered wrongs make less one whit the sting?
Is it as hard for birds as us to see
Each other's side? You must give pain?
And take offense? . . . I can't stay sane
If you keep talking from my maple tree.
I'll move! Or I'll leave John! For mornings
He leaves me with a heartache you
Repeat to her how she's untrue
To courting-vows___old-time deep-sea warnings!
Oh, if you could but hate! or brave put on
Indifference! But your tale of two
Who love and hurt gives me such rue
If you don't stop I'll leave! And I'll leave John!
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)