Francis Turner

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Edgar Lee Masters - Non-Music, Literature

Francis Turner

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I COULD not run or play In boyhood. In manhood I could only sip the cup, Not drink—For scarlet-fever left my heart diseased. Yet I lie here Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows: There is a garden of acacia, Catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines— There on that afternoon in June By Mary's side— Kissing her with my soul upon my lips It suddenly took flight.

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