Women of the Early Harlem Renaissance: African American Women Writers 1900-1922

Parted (Clara Ann Thompson)

She said she forgave me;
   I looked in her eyes,
And knew that her words were true;
For one blissful moment,
   I felt my hopes rise,
And sought I, my vows to renew.
But, something I missed,
   In her calm, steady, gaze,
Caused the love words to die, e'er they came ;
For, though her kind heart.
   So freely forgave,
Still, I knew that it was not the same.
For, once, that pure heart,
   Was all, but my own;
Well I knew, how it quickened its beat,
How those sweet, gentle, eyes,
   With a soft luster, shone,
At the sound of my coming feet.
But little I valued
   The pearl I had found,
And carelessly cast it away,
For one, whose gay laugh
   Proved a meaningless sound,
And whose heart was all vanity.

And when I returned,
   For I'd learned her true worth,
As I sadly gazed in her eyes,
I knew that her love
   Had died at its birth,
I had lost forever, my prize.

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