SHE loved me. Oh! how she loved me! I never had a chance to escape From the day she first saw me. But then after we were married I thought She might prove her mortality and let me out, Or she might divorce me. But few die, none resign. Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark. But she never complained. She said all would be well, That I would return. And I did return. I told her that while taking a row in a boat I had been captured near Van Buren Street By pirates on Lake Michigan, And kept in chains, so I could not write her. She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel, Outrageous, inhuman! I then concluded our marriage Was a divine dispensation And could not be dissolved, Except by death. I was right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST SIGNAL by THOMAS HARDY THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A. THE BRITISH PHILIPPIC by MARK AKENSIDE SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER AT THE PICTURE-SHOW by KARLE WILSON BAKER CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF P. BURGESS; A CHILD OF SUPERIOR ENDOWMENTS by BERNARD BARTON |