The Two Wives

I waited at home all the while they were boating together —
My wife and my near neighbour's wife:
Till there entered a woman I loved more than life,
And we sat and sat on, and beheld the uprising dark weather,
With a sense that some mischief was rife.

Tidings came that the boat had capsized, and that one of the ladies
Was drowned — which of them was unknown:
And I marvelled — my friend's wife? — or was it my own
Who had gone in such wise to the land where the sun as the shade is?
— We learnt it was his had so gone.

Then I cried in unrest: " He is free! But no good is releasing
To him as it would be to me!"
" — But it is," said the woman I loved, quietly.
" How?" I asked her. " — Because he has long loved me too without ceasing,
And it's just the same thing, don't you see."
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