Edgar Lee Masters

(23 August 1868 – 5 March 1950 / Kansas / United States)

A.D. Blood


If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora,
And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier,
Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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