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Click hereThe Final Time
A voice is heard in the Grand Seral,
crying for my love, as I could not
do then.
Then I had to be brave.
Let her go to her
new love.
Smiling, scattering benedictions,
complaint, complaint upon a day,
Venus wailing.
As I looked across the room,
and saw her smile,
I knew she was happy.
And me?
I turned my face to what
Fate had offered.
Not knowing if I was merely
a sacrificial victim,
but knowing my loss.
Of comfort, let no-one speak
for what is that to me,
on these sad heights?
The memories crowd in,
the faces, the kisses,
but most of all – her.
And the thought that in her
home place, I met one who knew her,
and loved her as I did.
Oh, the tears come now,
as they could not then.
Rahab weeping.
Thank you - yes, in these poems Rahab distils some of the emotion evident in her account.
Reminds me of Tennyson's, "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." That being so, the pain of loss is still there .