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Mary Of Marka Post by :ceejay Category :Poems Author :Bliss Carman Date :March 2011 Read :743

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Mary Of Marka

Eric of Marka holds the knife:
"A nameless death for a nameless life."--

"Mary of Marka, bid him stay,
And the morrow shall be our wedding-day."--

"Will the blessing of priest give back my faith,
Or life to the child you left to death?"--

Eric of Marka holds the knife,
And turns to the mother that is no wife:

"Mary of Marka, have your will!
Shall I spare him, or shall I kill?"--

"He wrought me wrong when the days were sweet,
And he'll get no more but a winding-sheet."





(The end)
Bliss Carman's poem: Mary Of Marka

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