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