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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

To my Friend F. A. B.

Beatrice Cregan

Died August 31, 1911

PALE as a pearl you were,

And dark the still, soft midnight of your hair,

My woman friend, so loved, so rare.

Wealth of your heart and brain,

Insight and humour, lore of books and men,

You spent them all to ease my pain.

Your beauty-loving eyes

Read deeper than a man’s: you knew to prize

The wandering stars of darkened skies.

A man’s love comes—and goes,

It marks where beauty ebbs—or flows:

Only a woman loves, and stays—and knows.