Jus’ a little pair o’ gloves,
Sorter thin an’ worn;
With th’ fingers neatly darned,
Like they had been torn.
Jus’ a little pair o’ gloves,
Not s’ much ter see. . . .
Not a soul on earth can guess
What they mean ter me!
Jus’ a little pair o’ gloves,
Sorter tossed aside;
Limp an’ quiet, folded up,
Like their soul had died.
Every finger seems ter look
Lonely, an’ my hand
Trembles as it touches them —
Who can understand?
Jus’ a little pair o’ gloves,
Ah, she tossed ’em there. . . .
Singin’-like, she turned ter go,
Didn’t have a care!
Kissin’ them? A prayer, a tear?
God, my head WILL bow —
Jus’ a little pair o’ gloves,
. . . . Empty, now!
(Margaret Elizabeth Sangster)
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