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Procter, Adelaide Anne: Envy

Procter, Adelaide Anne portréja

Envy (Angol)

He was the first always: Fortune
Shone bright in his face.
I fought for years; with no effort
He conquered the place:
We ran; my feet were all bleeding,
But he won the race.

Spite of his many successes
Men loved him the same;
My one pale ray of good fortune
Met scoffing and blame.
When we erred, they gave him pity,
But me – only shame.

My home was still in the shadow,
His lay in the sun:
I longed in vain: what he asked for
It straightway was done.
Once I staked all my heart’s treasure,
We played–and he won.

Yes; and just now I have seen him,
Cold, smiling, and blest,
Laid in his coffin. God help me!
While he is at rest,
I am cursed still to live:– even
Death loved him the best.



FeltöltőErnhoffer Tibor
Az idézet forrásahttps://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/envy/

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