Samuel-Hardidge

  There she stands.    Knocking at my Door.  Walk. walking.      All over the Floor.  She wanders through.   The archway Door. Bag in hand. For a stay.  There she stands.    There in the Room.  Look. Looking.      At the flowers Bloom.  She eyes to me.   The troubled Groom. Still as life. With dismay.  There she stands.    Sweet in that Dress.  Soft. Suffering.      There in a Mess.  She crumples now.   That poor Princess. Cought by Me. The Groom midway.  There he Holds Her.    His Love, In two Arms.  Take. Taking.      Her away from Harms.  To a better place.   With many charms. To live a lif