Katherine Weir
Though I have been a none-too-happy wife,
And now my children grow away from me,
Bringing to old age fresh anxiety,
I have been used—and to be used by life,
Even ill-used and broken utterly,
With every faith betrayed and trust abused,
Is a kinder lot than in security
To crumble coldly to the grave unused.
And now my children grow away from me,
Bringing to old age fresh anxiety,
I have been used—and to be used by life,
Even ill-used and broken utterly,
With every faith betrayed and trust abused,
Is a kinder lot than in security
To crumble coldly to the grave unused.
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