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Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950).  Spoon River Anthology.  1916.

135. Roscoe Purkapile


SHE loved me. Oh! how she loved me! 
I never had a chance to escape 
From the day she first saw me. 
But then after we were married I thought 
She might prove her mortality and let me out,         5
Or she might divorce me. 
But few die, none resign. 
Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark. 
But she never complained. She said all would be well, 
That I would return. And I did return.  10
I told her that while taking a row in a boat 
I had been captured near Van Buren Street 
By pirates on Lake Michigan, 
And kept in chains, so I could not write her. 
She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel,  15
Outrageous, inhuman! 
I then concluded our marriage 
Was a divine dispensation 
And could not be dissolved, 
Except by death.  20
I was right. 


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