The Maid’s Lament
Walter Savage Landor
1775 to 1864
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And oh! pray too for me!
I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
Who lately lived for me, and, when he found
Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold,
With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep,
Who wasted his for me! but mine returns,
'Twas vain, in holy ground
I waste for him my breath
His name and life's brief date.
For reasons not to love him once I sought,
Than daisies in the mould,
Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe'er you be,
I feel I am alone.
Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,
Merciful God! such was his latest prayer,
Alas! I would not check.
My love could he but live
And wearied all my thought
He hid his face amid the shades of death.
Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years
And waking me to weep
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
These may she never share.
Wept he as bitter tears.
To vex myself and him: I now would give
And this lorn bosom burns