MY SOUL'S DESPAIR
Eleanor Viola Essex
Once I drew aside the drapery of my soul And let it stand unclothed It had no pride. But, bruised and scarred by mortal eye It hid itself As if ashamed. And now---it is no use It never will Unclothe itself again.
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