Under Her Dark Veil

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Under Her Dark Veil

Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister

And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.'
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

deadlybunny’s Poems (29)

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If It Means A Lot To You 0
what shall I do? 0
Death, My Friend 0
A Message From A Tormented Teen 0
We All Die Now 0
Under Her Dark Veil 0
Plain and Simple 0
Dreamin With a Broken Heart 0
None 0
Out 0
Time to Leave 0
I 0
Invisible Angel 0
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Dandelions 0
The World 2
Dragons 0
Chicago Poet 1
Gone. 0
Vampires 1
The Execution 0
Loved by Me!!! 1
I Miss You 1
A Toast To You Dad 1
Dreams 0
Key To My Heart 1
without you 1