At Last
Elizabeth Siddal |
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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 Robert’s sake 24 And he’ll know my soul’s 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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