Verena of his loverís lust, lady,
publicly perfect and privately chaste -
the manís in love - his motives arenít shady? -
sharp flavors to the tongue he loves her taste.
Seaside sprays won't wash away the foretaste:
the stolen kisses leavening his love;
the womanhood he wonít let go to waste;
the nature he wonít let her rise above.
His willpower, hers canít keep abreast of.
Persuasion is his better use of force
and her fall is in the logic of the shove;
one a suffragist more suited must endorse.
A Southern man, his cause, a Boston maid;
torn, hers a cause and female bond betrayed.
© Helga Ross 2006††††††††