Thought the matter over – then
Went and dug them up again.
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And let her loves, when she is dead,
‘No more she lives to give us breadWho asked her only stones.’
This is what I vow;
Sweetly will we stir and sleep,All the years, as now.Swift the measured sands may run;Love like this is never done;He and I are welded one:This is what I vow.This is what I pray:Keep him by me tenderly;Keep him sweet in pride of me,Ever and a day;Keep me from the old distress;Let me, for our happiness,Be…
If wild my breast and sore my pride,
If cool my heart and high my head,I think, ‘How lucky are the dead! ‘
He’d have given me rolling lands,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands,Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.You- you’d only a lilting song,Only a melody, happy and high,You were sudden and swift and strong-Never a thought for another had I.He’d have given me laces rare,Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,Shining ribbons to wrap my hair,Horses to draw me, as fine as a…
They say of me, and so they should,
I see acquaintances and friendsAccumulating dividends,And making enviable namesIn science, art, and parlor games.But I, despite expert advice,Keep doing things I think are nice,And though to good I never come-Inseparable my nose and thumb!
I cannot rest, I cannot rest
My woven hands upon my breast–The dead are all so good!The earth is cool across their eyes;They lie there quietly.But I am neither old nor wise;They do not welcome me.Where never I walked alone before,I wander in the weeds;And people scream and bar the door,And rattle at their beads.We cannot rest, we never restWithin a…