The joys that once have been—they still beguile

The tear-swept memory that Time defies.

My soul’s adventure, pallid, incomplete,

Has lingered in the twilight, for my heart

Has dwelt aloof in some dim atmosphere

Betwixt the Earth and Heaven. My alien feet

Have known nor Pain nor its great counterpart.

I, who have never loved, may shed no tear.

Corinne Roosevelt Robinson

A LYNMOUTH WIDOW