Julia Miller by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

We quarreled that morning, / For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty, / And I was nervous and heavy with the child / Whose birth I dreaded.

I thought over the last letter written me / By that estranged young soul / Whose betrayal of me I had concealed / By marrying the old man.

Then I took morphine and sat down to read.

Across the blackness that came over my eyes / I see the flickering light of these words even now:

"And Jesus said unto him, Verily / I say unto thee, To-day thou shalt / Be with me in paradise. "