The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 38
Amy Lowell
Spring slipped away to Summer. Still no glass Sighted the brigantine. Then Grootver came Demanding Jufvrouw Kurler. His trespass Was justified, for he had won the game. Christine begged time, more time! Midsummer went, And Grootver waxed impatient. Still the ship Tarried. Christine, betrayed and weary, sank To dreadful terrors. One day, crazed, she sent For Max. “Come quickly,” said her note, “I skip The worst distress until we meet. The world is blank.”
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