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Lyrics of Love and Laughter (1903)
Dedicated to Miss Catherine Impey
First published by Dodd, Mead and Company
University Press, John Wilson and Son, Cambridge USA
To An Ingrate
This is to-day, a golden summer's day,
And yet -; and yet
My vengeful soul will not forget
The past, forever now forgot, you say.
From that half height where I had sadly climbed,
I stretched my hand,
I lone in all that land,
Down there, where, helpless, you were limed.
Our fingers clasped, and dragging me a pace,
You struggled up.
It is a bitter Cup,
That now for naught, you turn away your face.
I shall remember this for aye and aye.
Whate'er may come,
Althought my lips are dumb,
My spirit holds you to that yesterday.