THE LOST ONE
by: Karle Wilson Baker
- here are so many kinds of me
- Indeed, I cannot say
- Just which of many I shall be
- Tomorrow, or today.
- Whence are they -- princess, witch or nun?
- I know not; this I know:
- The gravest, gentlest, simplest one
- Was buried long ago.
- Wrapped in the faded pride it wore,
- It slumbers, as is fit,
- And nothing tells the name it bore
- Or marks the place of it.
- But all the other kinds of me,
- They know, and turn aside,
- And check their laughter soberly
- Above that one that died.
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|"The Lost One" is reprinted from Blue Smoke. Karle Wilson Baker. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1919.