On Introspection Poem by Marian Evans

On Introspection



A man of the world,
With many refined tastes,
Requested I compose a memoir.
With great pride, I dictate.

He craves the parallel pleas
Of truth and blissful ignorance.
He has the fortune to hear one
And the curse that marks the other.
A true purgatory passed him.

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