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HERBERT MARSHALL – Poetry, by Edgar Lee Masters

HERBERT MARSHALL

All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me, sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness of spirit and contempt of your soul’s rights, which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you. You really grew to hate me for love of me, because I was your soul’s happiness, formed and tempered to solve your life for you, and would not. But you were my misery. If you had been my happiness would I not have clung to you? This is life’s sorrow: that one can be happy only where two are. And that our hearts are drawn to stars, which want us not.

(Edgar Lee Masters)

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poems-Compact-Poets-Edgar-Masters/dp/0701004959/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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