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Show THE SUICIDE. By Mabel Porter Pitts. i . Who could have seen, who could have understood ' ; That it would be like this? l ! So meek she was, so beautiful, so good. I Beside the river, as she passed at dawn, , , i We met and talked and smiled; ! Some shadow troubled me when she was gone. i Wo spoke of trivial things, the rose, the vine That clambers o'er the door And her exhaustless soul gave forth no sign. Such souls burn out their life flame breath by breath And we perceive them not Uhtil Illumined by the light of death. j I Such souls do what they must, not what they would. i They come and pass unheard, i Afraid lest they may not be understood. j !I thought I saw her walking there apart, But it was not herself, Herself lay hidden In her inmost heart. II thought I spoke with her but what we said A sound was from the lips; i And now, so soon, they bring her to me dead, jj! Town Talk. I' |
