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At Last
Elizabeth Siddal

1           O mother, open the window wide
2              And let the daylight in;
3          The hills grow darker to my sight
4             And thoughts begin to swim.

5         And mother dear, take my young son,
6             (Since I was born of thee)
7          And care for all his little ways
8             And nurse him on thy knee.

9         And mother, wash my pale pale hands
10              And then bind up my feet;
11            My body may no longer rest
12              Out of its winding sheet.

13        And mother dear, take a sapling twig
14             And green grass newly mown,
15            And lay them on my empty bed
16            That my sorrow be not known.

17         And mother, find three berries red
18           And pluck them from the stalk,
19         And burn them at the first cockcrow
20            That my spirit may not walk.

21       And mother dear, break a willow wand, 
22               And if the sap be even,
23        Then save it for sweet Robertís sake
24         And heíll know my soulís in heaven.

25        And mother, when the big tears fall,
26           (And fall, God knows, they may)
27          Tell him I died of my great love
28             And my dying heart was gay.

29        And mother dear, when the sun has set
30           And the pale kirk grass waves,
31       Then carry me through the dim twilight
32            And hide me among the graves.


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