ALEAHKA
      (LEAH)



          THE LITTLE THINGS THAT YOU SAID

      MY HEART YOU CONQUERED AND LED

      THE LITTLE JOYS THAT YOU GAVE

      YOUR EYES THAT LAUGHED SO GRAVE.

      THE WAY YOU CUDDLED IN MY ARMS

      THE LINGERING SWEETNESS OF YOUR CHARM

      THE FRAGRANCE OF YOUR SCENTED HAIR

      YOUR TRUST AND INNOCENCE VOID OF DESPAIR

      THE WARMTH I GAINED SO TENDER-SWEET

      SUCH JOY AND HAPPINESS COMPLETE

      AH, LOVE I KNEEL AND FERVENTLY PRAY

      THAT MY TOMORROW IS NOT JUST A DAY

      TO DREAM AND CAST ASIDE

      LIKE THOSE OF WHICH I HAD NO CHOICE NOR CHOSE

      TO THINK OF MORE THEN IDLE DREAMS

      LIKE TINY BROOKS OR MOUNTAINS STREAMS

      THAT TERMINATE BUT NEVER CEASE

      TO FLOW AND FLOW NOR YET INCREASE

      UNLESS SOME TORRENT, VICIOUS RAIN

      INCREASE IT'S DEPTH OF TERRAIN

      THAT HAD NO WISH

      EXCEPT TO RAVISH THE SULLEN ROSE

      AND THE WEEDS THAT FLOURISH

      AH LOVE, I PRAY THAT IT IS TRUE

      THAT MY TOMORROW'S ARE WITH YOU,

      FOR HOPES OF WEALTH OR POWER

      GREAT ARE NOT ESSENTIAL TO THIS FATE

      IF FATE IT IS . I ASK NO MORE

      THEN TO RETURN AND TO ADORE

      WITH ALL HEART AND ALL MY LIFE

      THE EMPTY SPACE WITHIN MY HEART

      THAT YOU CAN'T FILL OR TAKE IN PART

      IS A HOLLOW TONELESS THING

      BORN OF THE HATE THAT WARS BRING

      IT'S BITTER CRY, IT'S DESPERATE WILL

      IS BUT TO LAUGH AND KILL AND KILL

      OH NO MY HANDS DO NOT CONTAIN

      THE ACTUAL BLOOD-THE DEADLY STAIN

      NO DAGGER DRAWN, NO SWORD I DREW

      BUT IN THAT SPACE WHEREIN I FLEW

      SO NEAR TO GOD AND YET SO FAR

      I HELPED TO KILL TO MAIM TO MAR.

      YET NO REGRETS AND HARDLY SHAME

      IT IS NO MORE THAN JUST A GAME

      OF SKILL AND JOY AND DARING TOO

      THE JOY OF KISSING DEATH

      IN LIEU OF SHOUTING FROM SOME SAFE RECESS

      OF ANOTHER'S DARING, ANOTHER'S SUCCESS.

      OH THIS IS MINE ALONE TO BEAR

      IN TRIUMPH OR IN BITTER DESPAIR.

      BUT IN MY HEART I KNOW

      AND SAY TOMORROW,

      LOVE, IS ANOTHER DAY.

      MARIANNAS

      8TH OF FEBRUARY 1946

      WRITTEN BY: LEWIS B. DAVENPORT

      IN HIS LOVING MEMORY

      TO OUR DEAREST MOTHER ON HER 76TH BIRTHDAY

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