Edgar Lee Masters

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

Chase Henry - Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

In my life I was the town drunkard;
When I died the priest denied me burial
In holy ground.
The which rebounded to my good fortune.
For the Protestants bought this lot,
And buried my body here,
Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas,
And of his wife Priscilla.
Take note, ye prudent and pious souls,
Of the cross-currents in life
Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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