Classic and Contemporary Poetry

TO ONE OUTSIDE, by ALICE BOOTH DAY
First Line: I held the frail cup carefully
Last Line: I softly closed the door.

I held the frail cup carefully --
My timid soul was bare --
I had distilled so prayerfully
The wine I sought to share.

Your lips defiled the sacrament;
A laugh of evil glee
Disfigured every lineament
In shocking raillery.

You dropped the cup disdainfully
And stepped outside. My sore
Bewildered heart surged painfully;
I softly closed the door.