Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

Amanda Barker

HENRY got me with child,
Knowing that I could not bring forth life
Without losing my own.
In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust.
Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived
That Henry loved me with a husband's love,
But I proclaim from the dust
That he slew me to gratify his hatred.

1. Mrs. Charles Bliss
2. Elizabeth Childers
3. Abel Melveny
4. Reuben Pantier
5. Peleg Poague

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