As loud they laughed by the bar that night,
The sunset shone upon thee
For how a man O a maid as you,
Would see some fun in Mary?
“I shall give thee thanks in the public square,”
Around they turned, so steady,
For who be stood, of the words she spoke,
With a scream scarred smile, young Mary
With a pretty face, and silk soft skin,
With a hand’s soft shake, she’s steady
They can see the sunset fall from her eyes,
They really hurt young Mary
And with a shake, she holds his hand,
“I shall bow before thee,
For how a man O a maid as you,
Would see something within me?”
With a babe encased in a coffin bridge,
For she’s too young to bear him
With a shaky hand, she looks around,
Begging for the save of her baby
“For if I have you in the public square,
I’ll make a promise to thee
For if your soul it was my own,
I will give unto you my life, my baby”
Despite her young age, and the public threats,
The whole town gathered around she,
For in her arms, out the coffin bridge,
Lay still a blue eyed boy named Georgie
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So well written in old style this poem speaks poorly of public opinion. This poem reminds me of one by Willis a favorite of Poe and of mine:
Unseen Spirits
THE shadows lay along Broadway,
'Twas near the twilight-tide--
And slowly there a lady fair
Was walking in her pride.
Alone walk'd she; but, viewlessly,
Walk'd spirits at her side.
Peace charm'd the street beneath her feet,
And Honor charm'd the air;
And all astir look'd kind on her,
And call'd her good as fair--
For all God ever gave to her
She kept with chary care.
She kept with care her beauties rare
From lovers warm and true--
For her heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to woo--
But honor'd well are charms to sell
If priests the selling do.
Now walking there was one more fair--
A slight girl, lily-pale;
And she had unseen company
To make the spirit quail--
'Twixt Want and Scorn she walk'd forlorn,
And nothing could avail.
No mercy now can clear her brow
For this world's peace to pray;
For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!--
But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven
By man is cursed away!
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