THE WRECK.
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'The heart of the father will spurn her,' I cried, 'for the sin of the wife,
The cloud of the mother's shame will enfold her and darken her life.'
Then his pale face twitch'd; 'O Stephen, I love you, I love you, and yet'—
As I lean'd away from his arms—'would God, we had never met!'
And he spoke not—only the storm; till after a little, I yearn'd
For his voice again, and he call'd to me 'Kiss me!' and there—as I turn'd—
'The heart, the heart!' I kiss'd him, I clung to the sinking form,
And the storm went roaring above us, and he—was out of the storm.
The cloud of the mother's shame will enfold her and darken her life.'
Then his pale face twitch'd; 'O Stephen, I love you, I love you, and yet'—
As I lean'd away from his arms—'would God, we had never met!'
And he spoke not—only the storm; till after a little, I yearn'd
For his voice again, and he call'd to me 'Kiss me!' and there—as I turn'd—
'The heart, the heart!' I kiss'd him, I clung to the sinking form,
And the storm went roaring above us, and he—was out of the storm.
