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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.
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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