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Click hereThe Final Time
A voice is heard in the Grand Seral,
crying for my love, as I could not
do then.
Then I had to be brave.
Let her go to her
new love.
Smiling, scattering benedictions,
complaint, complaint upon a day,
Venus wailing.
As I looked across the room,
and saw her smile,
I knew she was happy.
And me?
I turned my face to what
Fate had offered.
Not knowing if I was merely
a sacrificial victim,
but knowing my loss.
Of comfort, let no-one speak
for what is that to me,
on these sad heights?
The memories crowd in,
the faces, the kisses,
but most of all – her.
And the thought that in her
home place, I met one who knew her,
and loved her as I did.
Oh, the tears come now,
as they could not then.
Rahab weeping.
Thank you - yes, in these poems Rahab distils some of the emotion evident in her account.