Dora Sigerson Shorter,
My Lady's Slipper
(1907)
“ There the sun's sheen on golden locks falling. How could I go? “Dearly beloved, shaken with sorrow, Branded with blows. Which way does honour lie? think! for to-morrow Only God knows!” One man should use her so: he in whose keeping Broken she lay; One man should love her so, see her there weeping. ”
