The Sage

 

Why do you lament, fair maiden?

I mourn the loss of my innocence, sir.

 

You have forfeited your chastity, my dear?

Ah, no, sir, that is of little importance to me.

 

What other innocence is there

To cause such grief, my child?

 

I can now see, sir.

The dead live all about me.

 

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas