Lota - Part III

A poem on Unrequited Love, by Augusta Webster

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The day or two crept by,
And still Emilio lived. And in a while
They moved him to a freer wholesomer air
And fresher pleasant rooms. "Some weeks to live
With care and cheering him" the doctors said -
And Evelyn went home; and Gervase came
But rarely. Lota watched her husband's life
Alone, and talked with him of death and God,
As Evelyn would have talked; and all the while
Her heart grew nearer both to God and him.

And the first day that she could leave his side
An hour or two, she hurried to her aunt,
And kissed her, weeping "Love me as before,
For I do love you. You have been more kind
Than ever you were wrongful." Cordially
The softened matron kissed her back; she said
"That foolish Gervase came a while ago
And thanked me that I had gone down to you
When you were dying. Did you both believe,
Because I took my eyes for guide and blamed
What looked amiss, that I could let you die,
My niece, and never stir a hand to help?
And now I did not come because I thought
You would not have me; but I'll be with you
As often as I can."

But Lota said,
"Dear aunt, I help my husband best alone."
And even Evelyn she told, "You were
My stay: but I have learned from you, and now
I am his stay. Dear, we are best alone."

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