IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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ELSA WERTMAN

Edgar Lee Masters

I was a peasant girl from Germany, Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene's. On a summer's day when she was away He stole into the kitchen and took me Right in his arms and kissed me on my throat, I turning my head. Then neither of us Seemed to know what happened. And I cried for what would become of me. And cried and cried as my secret began to show. One day Mrs. Greene said she understood, And would make no trouble for me, And, being childless, would adopt it. (He had given her a farm to be still.) So she hid in the house and sent out rumors, As if it were going to happen to her. And all went well and the child was born--They were so kind to me. Later I married Gus Wertman, and years passed. But--at political rallies when sitters-by thought I was crying At the eloquence of Hamilton Greene-- That was not it. No! I wanted to say : That's my son! That's my son!


UNKNOWN SOLDIERS

Edgar Lee Masters

Stranger! Tell the people of Spoon River two things: First that we lie here, obeying their words; And next that had we known what was back of their words We should not be lying here!

 
 
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