Lota - Part III

A poem on Unrequited Love, by Augusta Webster

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Gervase said
"Yet hear again. Some singing people went
To Woodley, and they told him they saw there
A woman with his name, a woman young
And worth the claiming; thus they jested him;
But he found earnest in it they guessed not,
And secretly he came to Woodley, saw
The name, saw you. It seemed to him that you,
Taking thus far your wifehood back, avowed
A softer mind towards him or a thought
That he might yet uplift himself to you:
And to that toil he instant vowed himself,
And the vow is not broken, only made
Too late. Lota, it was a cruel walk,
For one already weakened and ill fed:
He never rallied from it. For some days
He tried to work, and, as he sadly tells,
Tried the first time in life to really pray;
And then he lay down on his bed to die,
Hopeless and spent."

Then Evelyn eagerly
Took Lota's hand and looked into her face.
And Lota answered hoarsely "I will go"
And walked on silent, holding back the sobs.

And when the London evening came, ablaze
With glittering lights, Lota Guarini stood
Beside her husband, stooping down to hear
His feeble murmur "Now I will thank God,
And die. But, Lota, will you kiss me once?"

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