I lay in silence, dead. A woman came
    And laid a rose upon my breast, and said,
“May God be merciful.” She spoke my name,
    And added, “It is strange to think him dead.

“He loved me well enough, but ’t was his way
    To speak it lightly.” Then,...

Was there another Spring than this?
  I half remember, through the haze
  Of glimmering nights and golden days,
    A broken-pinioned birdling’s note,
    An angry sky, a sea-wrecked boat,
  A wandering through rain-beaten ways!
Lean closer, love—I...

Poet: Helen Hay



Still apprehending death and pain,

To whom great God shall I complain?
To whom pour out my tears

But to the pow'r that gave me breath,
...

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Another


I was buried near this Dike

That my Friends may weep as much as they like

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If I might see another Spring

   I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:

I'd have my crocuses at once,

My leafless pink mezereons,

   My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet

   My white or azure violet,

Leaf...

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   MISS Molly lays down as a positive rule,

That no one should marry for love, but a fool:
Exceptions to rules even Lilly allows;
Moll has sure an example at home in her spouse.

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Embarrassment of one another

And God

Is Revelation's limit,

Aloud

Is nothing that is chief,

But still,

Divinity dwells under a seal.

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