Lota - Part II

A poem on Unrequited Love, by Augusta Webster

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He turned and looked at her for the first time.
"I love you Lota." Then he spoke again
Before her answer "Nay, yet after all
It should not be but that. If I am wronged,
(And, till I love heard more, I do not own it),
And if I loved you less, yet there would be
Pity for you, and - Well I will not preach:
But, Lotus not to pardon is to be
Unlikest God of any human way
In which we might be like him."

"Yes," she said,
"You are like Evelyn, who, while she talks
So scornfully and eager against wrong,
Yet seems to think that who does wrong to her
Has earned some special due of charity.
But I am bitterer and weaker."

"Well,
I pass to what went next. Emilio came
Soon, but I was prepared. I said to him
No word of who had been with me, I kept
A heavy silence: but, when he cried out
'Oh Lota, will you never give me back
Some little of my love?' I answered him
'La Stella loves you, is not that enough?'

"He gazed upon me, startled: 'What!' he cried;
'The proud brave soul that will not be afraid
Of their fools' malice, though she writhes and bleeds
Under their petty stabs, could they not leave
Her name alone with you? Who spoke of her?'

"'Her songs, perhaps,' I said, 'but you do well
To boast her so to me - to me your wife.'


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