After Death
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
Track 1
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Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold
He leaned above me, thinking that I slept
And could not hear him; but I heard him say,
He pitied me; and very sweet it is
Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my head:
Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
He did not love me living; but once dead
That hid my face, or take my hand in his,
To know he still is warm though I am cold.
The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
'Poor child, poor child': and as he turned away
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
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