A Connaught Lament
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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(O dear black head that I must not follow)
O lips forgetful and kindness fickle,
Of my own love's footstep would break my rest!
And dig me a grave where the hill-winds call;
I will arise and go hence to the west,
My heart in my bosom is black as a sloe!
The heart in my breast is, that beats so low.
My heart is a grave that is stripped and hollow,
As ice on the water my heart is broken.
Like a flying leaf in the sky's blue hollow
Where fields are empty and scythes at rest.
The swallow goes south with you: I go west
My heart is broken within my breast.
I am the poppy and you the sickle;
Because of the words your lips have spoken,
But O were I dead, were I dust, the fall
I heed not cuckoo, nor wren, nor swallow: