It never came into my mind <br />Until I was ready to die <br />That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart. <br />For I was seventy, she was thirty-five, <br />And I wore myself to a shadow trying to husband <br />Jenny, rosy Jenny full of the ardor of life. <br />For all my wisdom and grace of mind <br />Gave her no delight at all, in very truth, <br />But ever and anon she spoke of the giant strength <br />Of Willard Shafer, and of his wonderful feat <br />Of lifting a traction engine out of the ditch <br />One time at Georgie Kirby's. <br />So Jenny inherited my fortune and married Willard -- <br />That mount of brawn! That clownish soul!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hon-henry-bennett/
