Francis Turner

    I could not run or play
    In boyhood.
    In manhood I could only sip the cup,
    Not drink - For scarlet-fever left my heart diseased.
    Yet I lie here
    Soothed by a secret none but Mary knows:
    There is a garden of acacia,
    Catalpa trees, and arbors sweet with vines -
    There on that afternoon in June
    By Mary's side -
    Kissing her with my soul upon my lips
    It suddenly took flight.

Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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