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Poems and Sonnets

By George Barlow

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WEEPING ALONE.

I saw a maiden weeping alone—
And the wail of the wind swept by,
And clouds clean covered the sky,
And never a blade was dry
Of the grass by her, weeping alone!
I saw a maiden weeping alone—
Tear-stained face that was fair
Once, wind-waved beautiful hair,
Sad eyes, how came you there
In the wet grass, weeping alone?

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I saw a maiden weeping alone—
Head upon hands and knees
Huddled up to the head one sees,
Look close, and wonderment flees,
And pity is left alone!
I saw a maiden weeping alone—
Hair that a man might stroke
Strayed, trailed from under a cloak
That covers her head from the folk
That laugh at a maiden alone!
I saw a maiden weeping alone—
Where is he, what is he like,
Has he lifted a sword to strike
In the wars, or a ploughboy's pike,
And left his sweetheart alone?

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I saw a maiden weeping alone—
Where is he, perhaps he is dead,
Buried in blood for a bed,
With the sod for a pillow instead
Of her breast, and she is alone!
I saw a maiden weeping alone—
Where is he, yet it may be
He lives, and has left her, and she
Will never his false face see
Any more, so she weepeth alone!