I could not run or play in boyhood. In manhood I could only sip the cup, Not drink- For scarlet-fever left my heart diseased. Yet I lie here Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows: There is a garden of acacia, Catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines-- There on that afternoon in June By Mary's side-- Kissing her with my soul upon my lips It suddenly took flight.E.Lee Masters "Antologia di Spoon River".................................................
..Francis Turner, un malato di cuore.
I could not run or play in boyhood. In manhood I could only sip the cup, Not drink- For scarlet-fever left my heart diseased. Yet I lie here Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows: There is a garden of acacia, Catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines-- There on that afternoon in June By Mary's side-- Kissing her with my soul upon my lips It suddenly took flight.E.Lee Masters "Antologia di Spoon River".................................................