Adelaide Anne Procter

(30 October 1825 – 2 February 1864 / London)

Envy - Poem by Adelaide Anne Procter

He was the first always: Fortune
Shone bright in his face.
I fought for years; with no effort
He conquered the place:
We ran; my feet were all beeding,
But he won the race.

Spite of his many successes,
Men loved him the same;
My one pale ray of good fortune
Met scoffing and blame.
When we erred, they gave him pity,
But me -- only shame.

My home was still in the shadow,
His lay in the sun:
I longed in vain: what he asked for
It straightway was done.
Once I staked all my heart's treasure,
We played -- and he won.

Yes, and just now I have seen him,
Cold, smiling, and blest,
Laid in his coffin. God help me!
While he is at rest,
I am cursed still to live: -- even
Death loved him the best.


Comments about Envy by Adelaide Anne Procter

  • Gold Star - 16,206 Points * Sunprincess * (6/2/2014 8:44:00 PM)

    ...........truly this is a great write....and envy is the perfect title...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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