I destroyed that face of the former me;
Could you ever have dreamed the heart of woman
Would work so foolishly!



HEREDITY



I am the family face;
Flesh perishes, I live on,
Projecting trait and trace
Through time to times anon,
And leaping from place to place
Over oblivion.

The years-heired feature that can
In curve and voice and eye
Despise the human span
Of durance--that is I;
The eternal thing in man,
That heeds no call to die.



"YOU WERE THE SORT THAT MEN FORGET"