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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pauline Barrett</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Almost the shell of a woman after the surgeon's knife!<br>And almost a year to creep back into strength,<br>Till the dawn of our wedding decennial<br>Found me my seeming self again.<br>We walked the forest together,<br>By a path of soundless moss and turf.<br>But I could not look in your eyes,<br>And you could not look in my eyes,<br>For such sorrow was ours -- the beginning of gray in your hair,<br>And I but a shell of myself.<br>And what did we talk of? -- sky and water,<br>Anything, 'most, to hide our thoughts.<br>And then your gift of wild roses,<br>Set on the table to grace our dinner.<br>Poor heart, how bravely you struggled<br>To imagine and live a remembered rapture!<br>Then my spirit drooped as the night came on,<br>And you left me alone in my room for a while,<br>As you did when I was a bride, poor heart.<br>And I looked in the mirror and something said:<br>"One should be all dead when one is half-dead --<br>Nor ever mock life, nor ever cheat love."<br>And I did it looking there in the mirror --<br>Dear, have you ever understood?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>