The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar · Paul Laurence Dunbar

Parted

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She wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,

With a prime deceit to pin it;

And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,

So I staked my soul to win it.

We wed and parted on her complaint,

And both were a bit of barter,

Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,

I'll swear that she's no martyr.

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