Archibald Thomas Strong - Vain Death

Archibald Thomas Strong - Vain Death

ALL the first night she might not weep br But watched till morning came, br And when she slept at dawn, she heard br The dead man call her name. br br The second night she watched and wept br And called on death for grace, br And when she slept before the dawn br She saw the dead man’s face. br br The third night through she laughed as one br That knows her way to bliss, br And in the instant ere she slept br She felt the dead man’s kiss. br br She rose and faced the flickering fire br (And oh, but she was fair!), br Like a wild witch behind her danced br The shadow of her hair. br br She took her penknife from its sheath, br The tender blade she kissed, br And by the firelight’s dying leap br She bared her little wrist. br br And where the vein ran large and blue br She cut, once and again, br Yet ere she swooned from life, she knew br Her death had been in vain.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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