A Poem for Tuesday

Her life was dwarfed, and wed to blight,
Her very days were shades of night,
Her every dream was born entombed,
Her soul, a bud,—that never bloomed.
Source: The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems (The Cornhill Company, 1918)
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