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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

A Woman’s Execution

By Edward King (1848–1896)

[Born in Middlefield, Mass., 1848. Died in Brooklyn, N. Y., 1896. From Echoes from the Orient. 1880.]

(Paris, 1871.)


The people’s daughter,

No nerves unstrung,

Going to slaughter!

“Good morning, friends,

You’ll love us better,—

Make us amends;

We’ve burst your fetter!

“How the sun gleams!

(Women are snarling):

Give me your beams,

Liberty’s darling!

“Marie’s my name;

Christ’s mother bore it.

That badge? No shame:

Glad that I wore it!”

(Hair to her waist,

Limbs like a Venus):

Robes are displaced:

“Soldiers, please screen us!

“He at the front?

That is my lover:

Stood all the brunt;—

Now—the fight’s over.

“Powder and bread

Gave out together:

Droll! to be dead

In this bright weather!

“Jean, boy, we might

Have married in June!

This the wall? Right!

Vive la Commune!”