THEY met in the old conventional way,
And married, and that was the end
Of a little matter that touched three hearts
A girl, a man, and his friend.
You see, when he saw her great blue eyes
The love of his life began,
And well it was money the woman craved,
Not flesh and blood and a man.
She married, for money, her lover's friend
And thus it came to be
That the man went out of life one night
As a wind goes out to sea.
She did not smile nor sorrow, they say;
She showed no sign of care,
But, ever since, 'twixt the wedded twain
There stands a vacant chair.
And when they stroll through the street at times,
Or pace some garden green,
They walk so spaced, it will seem to you
That a man might walk between.
The Shadow-Third
written byRoderic Quinn
© Roderic Quinn