Poetry
There is always a budding young poet somewhere. Here, you will find the poetic endeavors of Grace Marshall and Madison Taylor. Each poem is accompanied by a date, but to appreciate their full meaning it is strongly suggested that the episodes, or at least the episode synopses, be read.
At this point, no index is provided. Simply scroll down and enjoy the verses. There are only a few, but more will be added as the story progresses.
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by G.D. Marshall How I did love thee since we first did meet! When thou looked at me with those deep dark eyes, I quivered down to the soles of my feet. Those eyes! Now, I cannot help but despise! You—my teacher, my mind's lover, my friend; When first thou smiled at me I did declare— I swore!—I'd love thee 'til the bitter end! My love for thee was none I could compare! But that love was blind, and never will I Again love so freely. How could you cloak That blessed gift bestowed by He so high? Why betray—break trust!—ev'ry time thou spoke? By God! If I observe thy face again, I will freely commit the deadly sin. --January 28, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall Who in my family didst thou betray? Thou will burn for thy sin, but who will go Down to the fiery depths with thee and pay? If thou hurt someone I love, should I know? If thou hast betrayed my loved ones, it means I must suspect the guilt or innocence Of all those I love and so it seems It may be better to leave it to chance. He keeps the truth and claims it was not he Who sinned with thee. Is it wicked to doubt My brother's innocence so Misery Does not my sister touch? O, I want out! I cannot get out, my mind will not slow; I need the truth so my heart will let go. –February 5, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall I have now achieved a semblance of peace, A precious realm of silent contemplation Away from those worries that would not cease To plague my active imagination. I can in privacy immerse myself In precious intoxicating splendour, Place my unending troubles on the shelf, And remove my emotional armour. This place of endless dreams among the trees Is my escape from all I face in life, My place to sit about and bear my knees And lost those thoughts of using my own knife. Yet even here I'm never far from home, And I'm content to never farther roam. –February 14, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall
How I would love to spread my wings –January 26, 1876
How I would love a private spot –January 27, 1876
I love my place of solitude,
This place of dreams among the trees –February 14, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall
Who am I, this girl I see?
Not long ago I had no suitors –June 4, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall Until this day I thought love was only A passing fancy, that few were they who Found a love so deep to ne'er be lonely. My family has been so blessed, so true, But with that so how could it be, could love Also be meant for me? Is it Luck, or Is this love a divine right from above? At this moment I sit in awe. Wherefore Does love come this way, not suddenly But by surprise? Did Cupid strike his spell When we first met, or was it recently? My mind knows not, and my heart doth not tell. If this be love, my God please tell me so My heart will lie still heavy 'til I know. –June 25, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall This thing called love, 'tis not a simple thing, 'Tis not an easy thing to understand. Until you know the words you cannot sing, But music can endure across the land. I had not met the one I loved, but those Words still rung true. His letters touched my heart The way no words e'er could. But now a rose Has blossomed in yet still another part. In my deepest of contemplation I never dreamt love would twice be my fate, Nor did it strike my imagination That my two loves would both reciprocate. I love both deeply, but I must soon choose– Dear God, please guide me with some simple clues! –July 3, 1876
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by M.R. Taylor
There is a man
For I do so love
In my life
But to quell my desires
So simple
God grant me the gift –July 4, 1876
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by G.D. Marshall
My heart is filled with love tonight –July 4, 1876
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