THE LAST WORD.

THE LAST WORD.
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You who once loved me, let me not un- heard
Go from you to the night.
Only for old love’s sake I claim the word
That is the dying’s right.
Well have you done to turn your eyes from mine.
My sin hath locked your door.
I. touch and taste of friendship’s bread and wine In sacrilege, no more.
Not this the punishment I needs must bear, Nor even yet the thought That your old tenderness that was my share
To-day is less than naught.
But this my whip of thorns by night and day My penance ever new
Oh, you who once loved me I go my way Still loving you.
-Theodosia Garrison.