The Father

We were such friends, such lovers, she and I —
No door closed ever between mind and mind —
And surely I shall love him by and by —
This tiniest rival of all humankind.

Perhaps no man may ever understand
The woman's brooding o'er the child she bore;
Yet strange it is that such a little hand
Should close so great a door.
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