Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

Julia Miller

We quarreled that morning,
For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty,
And I was nervous and heavy with the child
Whose birth I dreaded.
I thought over the last letter written me
By that estranged young soul
Whose betrayal of me I had concealed
By marrying the old man.
Then I took morphine and sat down to read.
Across the blackness that came over my eyes
I see the flickering light of these words even now:
”And Jesus said unto him, Verily
I say unto thee, To-day thou shalt
Be with me in paradise.”

1. Percival Sharp
2. Margaret Fuller Slack
3. Elizabeth Childers
4. Sersmith the Dentist
5. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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