Reproach
By Ruby Archer
He came in ruddy anger, and he flung
Quick, deeply-stabbing words, nor measured wounds,
Nor minded if a loving heart were stung.
My sobs uprose. I pressed them back to bounds.
Oh, could he know, his briefest look unkind
Were more than ample punishment to find,—
Reserve alone had all my bosom wrung.
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