Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Blood Feud

Once, when my husband was a child, there came
To his father’s table, one who called him kin,
In sunbleached corduroys paler than his skin.
His look was grave and kind; he bore the name
Of the dead singer of Senlac, and his smile.
Shyly and courteously he smiled and spoke;
”I’ve been in the laurel since the winter broke;
Four months, I reckon; yes, sir, quite a while.”

He’d killed a score of foemen in the past,
In some blood feud, a dark and monstrous thing;
To him it seemed his duty. At the last
His enemies found him by a forest spring,
Which, as he died, lay bright beneath his head,
A silver shield that slowly turned to red.

1. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
2. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
3. The Pekingese
4. One Person
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

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