Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls,
But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
In the blest Nirvana of eternal light!
Go to the good heart that is my husband,
Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love: —
Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him,
Wrought out my destiny — that through the flesh
I won spirit, and through spirit, peace.
There is no marriage in heaven,
But there is love.
Sarah Brown
Analysis, meaning and summary of Edgar Lee Masters's poem Sarah Brown
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This poem was about how Maurice found out his wife
cheated on him and he killed her. Sarah then tells
the I of the poem hey I still love you my soul is
gone. go tell Maurice I love you both. Kind of a wierd
poem.