And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
American Poetry - 1922 - A Miscellany