Henry got me with child, 
Knowing that I could not bring forth life 
Without losing my own. 
In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust. 
Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived 
That Henry loved me with a husband's love, 
But I proclaim from the dust 
That he slew me to gratify his hatred. 

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Poet: Edgar Lee Masters
Poem: Amanda Barker
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