I  

Who was he who knew no higher power;
He who scorned affection and its whim
And spat into the Dew upon the Flower
     That I called Eleanor:
     Who will speak for him?
Time will rule his memory from the Plot:
For who remembers he whom Love forgot?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: