Collected Poems by Grace Denio LitchfieldCollected Poems by Grace Denio Litchfield

Collected Poems

byGrace Denio Litchfield

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...Cuthbert: Thou! Thou art no saint, Beth. Thou art only Beth, Grown thus much older, tricked out as a nun, And taught a longer, sadder way to pray;--Only my little lass, priest-caught, and dragged From out her world to one she fits not. Elizabeth: Truth. I was not fitted to it, heart nor soul. I would have given all my sainthood up, But to be left with thee and be thy wife, And live my little humble glad life out In unambitious quiet by thy side, If but it could have been! Cuthbert: Prove these thy words! Give up the falsehood now! Come forth with me, And be my very wife! Oh, better far Be true man's wife than false priests' fraud! Come Beth, Thou heart and soul of me! Thou dearer self! (He springs toward her. She retreats.) Elizabeth: Stand back! Away from me! No profane hand May dare approach me! Cuthbert (drawing back): Hath the hand of love Aught in 't of desecration? Mistaught child, What can thy priests reveal to thee more pure, More holy than love is?--Fear not. Fear not, Thou little mimic saint--thou sweetest lie That ever stole Truth's garb--thou fairest fraud That ever fooled men's sense! I 'll touch thee not. What boots it? We are cleft too far apart For any bridging of the difference. Thou 'rt fallen from me, Beth, not grown from me, Else had I borne it. Elizabeth: Thou art bitter! Thou! Thou, once so tender with me, thou alone Holding me high when others held me low, Now thou alone of all disclaimest me. Cuthbert, take back thy words. They stab me here. (She puts her hands to her breast.) Rather I would the whole world thought me false, And thou hadst faith in me. Seest thou not Thy doubt professeth so a doubt of God? Cuthbert: Thou dost deceive thyself, Beth, and the world. Me thou canst not deceive. I love too true. Elizabeth: I do...
Title:Collected PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:72 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.15 inPublished:July 9, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217459870

ISBN - 13:9780217459877