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Pt2.

I gave you all that I had to give, O love, the lavish whole, and you threw it away, and now I live a starved and beggared soul. And I feed on crumbs that memory throws from her table over-filled, and I lay awake when others repose, and slake my thirst when no one knows, with the wine that she has spilled.

I go my way and I do my part in the world's great scene of strife, but I do it all with an empty heart, dead to the best of life. And ofttimes weary and tempest tossed, when I am not ruled by pride, I wish ere the die was throne and lost, ere I played for love without counting the cost, that I, like my heart, had died.

"Alone in the house from Yesterdays. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916"

Description
Pt2.

I gave you all that I had to give, O love, the lavish whole, and you threw it away, and now I live a starved and beggared soul. And I feed on crumbs that memory throws from her table over-filled, and I lay awake when others repose, and slake my thirst when no one knows, with the wine that she has spilled.

I go my way and I do my part in the world's great scene of strife, but I do it all with an empty heart, dead to the best of life. And ofttimes weary and tempest tossed, when I am not ruled by pride, I wish ere the die was throne and lost, ere I played for love without counting the cost, that I, like my heart, had died.

"Alone in the house from Yesterdays. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1916"