A PHOTOGRAPH
Only a Photograph
Among a hundred others.
But how it glows!
As his touch o’er it hovers,
The dark eyes flash
Then gaze as a true lover’s
When they meet mine.
Passing it lightly by?
Dear friend. . . does it mean no more to you
Than any other?
Smiled it not on you when brought to view
From out the heap?
Bringing to your eyes hot drops of dew
As fill my own?
You’ve dropped it!
How came you by such thoughtlessness?
Let me pick it up!
See! What reproachful gentleness
Glows from its eyes. . .
Pardon you? Most certainly. Yes.
(How could he know?)
By Grace Alldredge (my great grandmother)
October 26, 1899
Des Moines, Iowa
The poem is about the above photograph of one of her many "sweethearts" in her 20's. His name was Wellsley Hux Greathead and it was taken in November of 1897 in Marshalltown, Iowa.
This is Grace Alldredge taken in 1895 in Des Moines, Iowa.
Only a Photograph
Among a hundred others.
But how it glows!
As his touch o’er it hovers,
The dark eyes flash
Then gaze as a true lover’s
When they meet mine.
Passing it lightly by?
Dear friend. . . does it mean no more to you
Than any other?
Smiled it not on you when brought to view
From out the heap?
Bringing to your eyes hot drops of dew
As fill my own?
You’ve dropped it!
How came you by such thoughtlessness?
Let me pick it up!
See! What reproachful gentleness
Glows from its eyes. . .
Pardon you? Most certainly. Yes.
(How could he know?)
By Grace Alldredge (my great grandmother)
October 26, 1899
Des Moines, Iowa
The poem is about the above photograph of one of her many "sweethearts" in her 20's. His name was Wellsley Hux Greathead and it was taken in November of 1897 in Marshalltown, Iowa.
This is Grace Alldredge taken in 1895 in Des Moines, Iowa.
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