Poet Edgar Lee Masters



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Edith Conant

We stand about this place-we, the memories;
And shade our eyes because we dread to read:
“Juneth,, aged years and days.”
And all things are changed.
And we-we, the memories, stand here for ourselves alone,
For no eye marks us, or would know why we are here.
Your husband is dead, your sister lives far away,
Your father is bent with age;
He has forgotten you, he scarcely leaves the house
Any more.
No one remembers your exquisite face,
Your lyric voice!
How you sang, even on the morning you were stricken,
With piercing sweetness, with thrilling sorrow,
Before the advent of the child which died with you.
It is all forgotten, save by us, the memories,
Who are forgotten by the world.
All is changed, save the river and the hill-
Even they are changed.
Only the burning sun and the quiet stars are the same.
And we-we, the memories, stand here in awe,
Our eyes closed with the weariness of tears-
In immeasurable weariness!



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