Poem by Louisa Sarah Bevington

Her Worst and Best

O STRANGE event of fortune that befell!
She wandering, and you wandering,--each alone,--
Met all amiss, and were asunder thrown;--
Two who were friends, and should have loved so well!
You knew the worst that in her heart might dwell;
Her best the better flourishes unknown,
Would rather win your welfare than be shown,--
Would give such gifts as least of giving tell.

So be it; go your ways: you were the first
To wake stern aspiration in her breast
For conquest, who had chiefly cried for rest,
And one pure draught of joy to slake her thirst;
For this she owes her best-imagined best
To you, who found and spurned in her, her worst.

1. Bees in Clover
2. Love’s Depth
3. Poet to Poet
4. The End of the World
5. One More Bruised Heart!

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