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“Maurine,
I saw a number of your friends in Rome.
We talked of you. They seemed surprised, because
You were not ‘mong the seekers for a name.
They thought your whole ambition was for fame.”

“It might have been,” I answered, “when my heart
Had nothing else to fill it. Now my art
Is but a recreation. I have THIS
To love and live for, which I had not then.”
And, leaning down, I pressed a tender kiss
Upon my child’s fair brow.

“And yet,” he said,
The old light leaping to his eyes again,
“And yet, Maurine, they say you might have wed
A noble Baron! one of many men
Who laid their hearts and fortunes at your feet.
Why won the bravest of them no return?”
I bowed my head, nor dared his gaze to meet.
On cheek and brow I felt the red blood burn,
And strong emotion strangled speech.

He rose
And came and knelt beside me.

“Sweet, my sweet!”
He murmured softly, “God in Heaven knows
How well I loved you seven years ago.
He only knows my anguish, and my grief,
When your own acts forced on me the belief
That I had been your plaything and your toy.
Yet from his lips I since have learned that Roy
Held no place nearer than a friend and brother.
And then a faint suspicion, undefined,
Of what had been–was–might be, stirred my mind,
And that great love, I thought died at a blow,
Rose up within me, strong with hope and life.

“Before all heaven and the angel mother
Of this sweet child that slumbers on your heart,
Maurine, Maurine, I claim you for my wife –
Mine own, forever, until death shall part!”

Through happy mists of upward welling tears,
I leaned, and looked into his beauteous eyes.
“Dear heart,” I said, “if she who dwells above
Looks down upon us, from yon azure skies,
She can but bless us, knowing all these years
My soul had yearned in silence for the love
That crowned her life, and left mine own so bleak.
I turned you from me for her fair, frail sake.
For her sweet child’s, and for my own, I take
You back to be all mine, for evermore.”

Just then the child upon my breast awoke
From her light sleep, and laid her downy cheek
Against her father as he knelt by me.
And this unconscious action seemed to be
A silent blessing, which the mother spoke
Gazing upon us from the mystic shore.