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MY LOVE-SONG
I am chuckling to myself
While I think about you, Death,
And the progress of your plan
For the stopping of my breath,
Since I quiver with a love
You can never overwhelm
Though you stretch me on my back
In a narrow box of elm.
While I think about you, Death,
And the progress of your plan
For the stopping of my breath,
Since I quiver with a love
You can never overwhelm
Though you stretch me on my back
In a narrow box of elm.
Though you creep to give my eyes
What you say is lasting rest;
Though you stoop to hold my hands
Till they stiffen on my breast;
Though you hammer at the nails
In the lid above my face,
I shall live as long as Time
Whirls the planet round in space.
What you say is lasting rest;
Though you stoop to hold my hands
Till they stiffen on my breast;
Though you hammer at the nails
In the lid above my face,
I shall live as long as Time
Whirls the planet round in space.
Though you fidget with the spade
Till the parson's prayer is said,
And begin to shovel clods
In a fury on my head,
I shall merely nod to Love
My amusement at the sound
While you fill the cheated trap
To the brim with useless ground.
Till the parson's prayer is said,
And begin to shovel clods
In a fury on my head,
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My amusement at the sound
While you fill the cheated trap
To the brim with useless ground.
How mistakenly you toil!
Do you think that I can die
Of an illness on the earth
Or an illness in the sky?
Having felt the longed-for heart
Tell its story on my own,
I shall pulse with endless youth
Underneath my cross of stone.
Do you think that I can die
Of an illness on the earth
Or an illness in the sky?
Having felt the longed-for heart
Tell its story on my own,
I shall pulse with endless youth
Underneath my cross of stone.
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