UNFULFILLED
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I read the pain and pathos of your eyes, The aftermath of anguish in your smile, And yet I can but envy you the while! Your heart has bled, an ardent sacrifice To Love’s fulfillment. You have paid the price Of keen, fierce living; nor can aught defile 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