Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane! <br />How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill) <br />In your nurse's cap and linen cuffs, <br />And took my hand and said with a smile: <br />"You are not so ill -- you'll soon be well." <br />And how the liquid thought of your eyes <br />Sank in my eyes like dew that slips <br />Into the heart of a flower. <br />Dear Jane! the whole McNeely fortune <br />Could not have bought your care of me, <br />By day and night, and night and day; <br />Nor paid for your smile, nor the warmth of your soul, <br />In your little hands laid on my brow. <br />Jane, till the flame of life went out <br />In the dark above the disk of night <br />I longed and hoped to be well again <br />To pillow my head on your little breasts, <br />And hold you fast in a clasp of love -- <br />Did my father provide for you when he died, <br />Jane, dear Jane?<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paul-mcneely/
