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Poem by Adelaide Anne Procter


Envy


He was the first always: Fortune
Shone bright in his face.
I fought for years; with no effort
He conquered the place:
We ran; my feet were all beeding,
But he won the race.

Spite of his many successes,
Men loved him the same;
My one pale ray of good fortune
Met scoffing and blame.
When we erred, they gave him pity,
But me -- only shame.

My home was still in the shadow,
His lay in the sun:
I longed in vain: what he asked for
It straightway was done.
Once I staked all my heart's treasure,
We played -- and he won.

Yes, and just now I have seen him,
Cold, smiling, and blest,
Laid in his coffin. God help me!
While he is at rest,
I am cursed still to live: -- even
Death loved him the best. 



                      Adelaide Anne Procter


Adelaide Anne Procter's other poems:
  1. My God, I Thank Thee Who Hast Made
  2. Doubting Heart
  3. Per Pacem Ad Lucem
  4. The Requital
  5. A WomanТs Question


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Charles Lamb Envy ("This rose-tree is not made to bear")

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