We quarreled that morning, <br />For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty, <br />And I was nervous and heavy with the child <br />Whose birth I dreaded. <br />I thought over the last letter written me <br />By that estranged young soul <br />Whose betrayal of me I had concealed <br />By marrying the old man. <br />Then I took morphine and sat down to read. <br />Across the blackness that came over my eyes <br />I see the flickering light of these words even now: <br />"And Jesus said unto him, Verily <br />I say unto thee, To-day thou shalt <br />Be with me in paradise."<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/julia-miller/
