Little is known of this Scotish born poet and banker, who brought out The Gods of Africa and other Poems in London in 1912 and whose later poem, "Eve, ..
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The gray of the morning Creeps in the room like fear. It is growing lighter, But I sit crouched and shivering.
I dare not look at the bed, Lest I laugh -- Or curse God.
How does it happen? Yesterday my wife, And now -- a strange thing -- Anything -- nothing. A body without breath, Arms without warmth, Lips without kisses.
'Eve' was her name, And the strangest part is That I want to call -- 'Eve, Come and look at this thing That lies on your bed And looks so like you.'
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Eve by Francis Ernley Walrond