Poetry Archives

Through the long sunshine of late afternoon
Max went to her.  In the pleached alley, lost
In bitter reverie, he found her soon.
And sitting down beside her, at the cost
Of all his secret, “Dear,” said he, “what thing
So suddenly has happened?”  Then, in tears,
She told that Grootver, on the following morn,
Would come to marry her, and shuddering:
“I will die rather, death has lesser fears.”
Max felt the shackles drop from the oath which he had sworn.