Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
To my Friend F. A. B.Beatrice Cregan
Died August 31, 1911
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And dark the still, soft midnight of your hair,
My woman friend, so loved, so rare.
Insight and humour, lore of books and men,
You spent them all to ease my pain.
Read deeper than a man’s: you knew to prize
The wandering stars of darkened skies.
It marks where beauty ebbs—or flows:
Only a woman loves, and stays—and knows.