A Connaught Lament
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
Track 1
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(O dear black head that I must not follow)
I heed not cuckoo, nor wren, nor swallow:
My heart is broken within my breast.
And dig me a grave where the hill-winds call;
The heart in my breast is, that beats so low.
As ice on the water my heart is broken.
The swallow goes south with you: I go west
Like a flying leaf in the sky's blue hollow
Because of the words your lips have spoken,
O lips forgetful and kindness fickle,
Of my own love's footstep would break my rest!
I will arise and go hence to the west,
My heart in my bosom is black as a sloe!
I am the poppy and you the sickle;
Where fields are empty and scythes at rest.
But O were I dead, were I dust, the fall
My heart is a grave that is stripped and hollow,
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