Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

Flossie Cabanis

From Bindle’s opera house in the village
To Broadway is a great step.
But I tried to take it, my ambition fired
When sixteen years of age,
Seeing ”East Lynne” played here in the village
By Ralph Barrett, the coming
Romantic actor, who enthralled my soul.
True, I trailed back home, a broken failure,
When Ralph disappeared in New York,
Leaving me alone in the city --
But life broke him also.
In all this place of silence
There are no kindred spirits.
How I wish Duse could stand amid the pathos
Of these quiet fields
And read these words.

1. O Glorious France
2. Robert Davidson
3. Le Roy Goldman
4. The Spooniad
5. Caroline Branson

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