Have you seen walking through the village <br />A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? <br />That is my husband who, by secret cruelty <br />never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; <br />Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, <br />And with broken pride and shameful humility, <br />I sank into the grave. <br />But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart? <br />The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! <br />These are driving him to the place where I lie. <br />In death, therefore, I am avenged.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ollie-mcgee/
