Adelaide Anne Procter - Envy

Adelaide Anne Procter - Envy

He was the first always: Fortune br Shone bright in his face. br I fought for years; with no effort br He conquered the place: br We ran; my feet were all beeding, br But he won the race. br br Spite of his many successes, br Men loved him the same; br My one pale ray of good fortune br Met scoffing and blame. br When we erred, they gave him pity, br But me -- only shame. br br My home was still in the shadow, br His lay in the sun: br I longed in vain: what he asked for br It straightway was done. br Once I staked all my heart's treasure, br We played -- and he won. br br Yes, and just now I have seen him, br Cold, smiling, and blest, br Laid in his coffin. God help me! br While he is at rest, br I am cursed still to live: -- even br Death loved him the best.


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Views: 139

Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:12

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