A Connaught Lament
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
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I will arise and go hence to the west,
dig me a grave where the hill-winds call;
But were I dead, were I dust, the fall
Of own love's footstep would break my rest!
My heart my bosom is black as a sloe!
I heed cuckoo, nor wren, nor swallow:
Like a flying leaf the sky's blue hollow
The heart in my breast is, that beats so low.
Because of the words your have spoken,
(O dear black head that I must follow)
My heart is a grave that is stripped hollow,
As ice on the water my heart is broken.
O lips forgetful and kindness fickle,
The swallow goes with you: I go west
Where fields are empty scythes at rest.
I am the poppy and you sickle;
My heart is broken within my breast.