Gamaliel Bradford

(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

The Pursuit - Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

I had visited her often,
Long had sought, with vain endeavor,
Her obdurate heart to soften;
But she answered, 'never, never.'

Then it softened and ran widely,
Like an ink-dropp on a blotter.
I ceased labor, tasted idly,
Found it bitter, and forgot her.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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