COUP DE GRACE.
I am moving about the world in a circle of curious silence; My lips and my heart and my hands eel pulseless and numb and still; It is done, the sound in my ears of the horrible crash and breaking When the towers of my faith fell head’eng, shattered, from off their hill:
The people stare as I pass with my icy peace around me — Gan they see them, the shards I see, tnat were towers of rose and gold? Do they turn because of my eyes fixt wiae on a place of ruin, As I pass them, speaking and moving irom my circle of far-off cold?
I suppose I shall presently wake to the pain of the wounds I was given When my life lay crushed in the ruins that last night were so strong and high . . . But now for a merciful space there is only the cold . . . and the silence ... And nothing left more to break —and nothing left more to die. —Margaret Widdemer. in the Wanderer.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3860, 6 March 1928, Page 74
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172COUP DE GRACE. Otago Witness, Issue 3860, 6 March 1928, Page 74
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