This had a margin, wide and deep and bare,
With many a name erased and line left out;
But 'twas my own—my very own—and all
I had; and clutching it with death-like grip,
I held it to me as I wrote once more."
There came to him the very sound of her voice as she said passionately to him the day he tried to effect a reconciliation, "All I want now is to be allowed to live my own life—with my child!"
"A whirlwind came—a tempest fierce and wild,
Broke on my helpless head and bore me down;
It wrenched my page away and beat it in
The ground. And then it passed and left me there,