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Roscoe Purkapile

She loved me.

Oh! how she loved me!

I never had a chance to

From the day she first saw me.

But then after we were married I

She might prove her mortality and let me out,

Or she might divorce me.

But few die, none resign.

Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark.

But she never complained.

She said all would be well,

That I would return.

And I did return.

I told her that while taking a row in a boatI had been captured near Van Buren

By pirates on Lake Michigan,

And kept in chains, so I could not write her.

She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel,

Outrageous, inhuman!

I then concluded our

Was a divine

And could not be dissolved,

Except by death.

I was right.

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Edgar Lee Masters

(August 23, 1868 – March 5, 1950) was an American attorney, poet, biographer, and dramatist. He is the author of Spoon River Anthology, The New …
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