Love
VIII
From Legends and Lyrics. Part 2
Love
He needed her no longer,
Each day it grew more plain;
First with a startled wonder,
Then with a wondering pain.
Love: why, his wife best gave it;
Comfort: durst Alice speak,
Or counsel, when resentment
Flushed on the young wife's cheek?
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Procter, Adelaide Anne. “VIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/procter/71/.
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Procter, Adelaide Anne. “VIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/procter/71/.
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