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DEFEAT by FRANCES EMMINGER

First Line: I THOUGHT I SAW HER SOUL PASS ON LAST NIGHT
Last Line: I THOUGHT I SAW HER SOUL PASS ON LAST NIGHT.

I thought I saw her soul pass on last night --
An eerie thing -- an evanescent light!
I did not hear her call. Before the dawn
Somehow I thought I saw her soul pass on.

There was no flutter as on taking wing --
There was no dark despair such as may wring
The heart -- only the murmur of the rain
As if in whispering outside the pane.

I thought I saw Life standing as a cheat,
Robed in her tattered skirts, bound by defeat
And strangely stricken with remorseful blight --
I thought I saw her soul pass on last night.



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