Reverend Wiley advised me not to divorce him <br />For the sake of the children, <br />And Judge Somers advised him the same. <br />So we stuck to the end of the path. <br />But two of the children thought he was right, <br />And two of the children thought I was right. <br />And the two who sided with him blamed me, <br />And the two who sided with me blamed him, <br />And they grieved for the one they sided with. <br />And all were torn with the guilt of judging, <br />And tortured in soul because they could not admire <br />Equally him and me. <br />Now every gardener knows that plants grown in cellars <br />Or under stones are twisted and yellow and weak. <br />And no mother would let her baby suck <br />Diseased milk from her breast. <br />Yet preachers and judges advise the raising of souls <br />Where there is no sunlight, but only twilight, <br />No warmth, but only dampness and cold -- <br />Preachers and judges!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mrs-charles-bliss/
