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Cornish Lament

by Nora Hopper Chesson

0.5778 − 0.8898i

Drawing the boundary…

I Want to Die While You Love Me

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

0.6425 − 0.8845i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Cornish Lament

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Fair head, come home to me. 
Home from the jealous sea, 
Long weeks I've watched for you,
My door unlatched for you. 
Door and heart open be — 
Fair head, come home to me! 

Lad, when you sailed away
Gulls cried the livelong day — 
Meg wept where all might see, 
"Fair head, come home to me." 
I found no words to say, 
Watching you sail away. 

Meg cried, "Shame on the sea, 
Fair head, come home to me!" 
Nay, but I made no moan 
When the sea took my own,
No moan where men could see 
For lover lost to me. 

Only, when star to star
Gleams where the rock-pools are — 
Only, when lights at sea 
Show boats not dear to me, 
Then am I free to cry. 
Up to the watching sky. 

Then to the sea I lean — 
Dipping my hands therein. 
Whispering as now I do, 
Low to the sea — and you, 
"Drowned and dead though you be, 
Fair head, come home to me!" 

I Want to Die While You Love Me

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I'm dead.

I want to die while you love me,
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.

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