Broken

                  I.

My heart is breaking, Madeline,

     It’s crying out for you;

Last night I saw you in my dreams,

     But dreams are all untrue.

Come back, come back, dear Madeline,

     I’ve nothing left me here;

Come back dear love, or Gods above,

     I’ll mad-like go, I fear.

                  II.

Yes, Madeline, I weep for you,

     Drugged sleep is all I get;

I’ve sent a dozen human hounds,

     But none have found you yet.

I would I had you, Madeline,

     ‘Twould quell my vengeful thirst;

My heart I say is giving way,

     But I was broken first.

July 18, 1898

Boston Courier, Sept. 4, ‘98