Dolorosa
Thou hadst thy will.
How weary sounds the rain!
The firelight wanders in the window-pane.
Thou art still.
Let me a space,
Now that the daylight dies,
Lie back against thee and with upward eyes
Love thy face.
Forgive my fear,
But—darling—hold me fast!
A little while the heartache will be past.
Patience, dear.
Give me thy hands
And bending closely o'er
Lay thy two lips to mine for evermore.
Death commands.
How weary sounds the rain!
The firelight wanders in the window-pane.
Thou art still.
Let me a space,
Now that the daylight dies,
Lie back against thee and with upward eyes
Love thy face.
Forgive my fear,
But—darling—hold me fast!
A little while the heartache will be past.
Patience, dear.
Give me thy hands
And bending closely o'er
Lay thy two lips to mine for evermore.
Death commands.
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