Departure

And so you leave me, with no little word

Of tenderness or hope for your return!

What is my failure that I did not earn

Your loyal faith? And wherein have I erred

In thought or deed since, rapturous, I heard

our voice, consenting? Shall I never learn

What wrong I have committed that you spurn

My passionate pleadings with a heart unstirred?

What promised care or trust have I denied

Since first you came? I have been true, I swear,

To all the vows I made. I cast my pride

Into the dust and, in my deep despair,

I beg you on my suppliant figure look;

For where shall I secure another cook?

Published in: Judge - October 2, 1920

NOTE: Special thanks to John Martin at http://www.alief.com/andmore

who provided this poem free of charge.

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