The Woman Speaks

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Title:     The Woman Speaks
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

Why have you come? to see me in my shame?
A thing to spit on, to despise and scorn?--
And then to ask me! You, by whom was torn
And then cast by, like some vile rag, my name!
What shelter could you give me, now, that blame
And loathing would not share? that wolves of vice
Would not besiege with eyes of glaring ice?
Wherein Sin sat not with her face of flame?
"You love me"?--God!--If yours be love, for lust
Hell must invent another synonym!
If yours be love, then hatred is the way
To Heaven and God! and not with soul but dust
Must burn the faces of the Cherubim,--
O lie of lies, if yours be love, I say!

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Woman Speaks

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