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Hidden Springs, Delicate Wheels: Yet . . . William Herndon's Honesty
Someday, some poet (not me) must again
declare the unchanged truth of what had been,
and vindicate the research I have done
on testimony witnesses have spoken,
remembering precisely---those who can.
Despite the posturings of Mary Todd,
the plain reality is not so odd.
Although my head may droop, the mind recovers---
always---the bliss imparted to those lovers
(even as in the Song of Solomon).
The clutch of Mrs. Lincoln must be broken
away from those sheer facts of History:
his great heart's Lady always had been Ann
briefly on earth; and, now, eternally.
Starward
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