 | Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet |  |
I CARE NOT NOW.
I care not now as once I cared
When Time retain'd and Mercy spar'd
The whiteness of her breast;
But now that she has been forgiven
The curse of living out of heaven
Let me lie down and rest.
When Time retain'd and Mercy spar'd
The whiteness of her breast;
But now that she has been forgiven
The curse of living out of heaven
Let me lie down and rest.
Nor shall I heed if Fortune smite
My patient cheek in sullen spite;
Nor shall I moan the pain
Of seeing ev'ry joy rush past
So I may learn the peace at last
Of touching her again.
My patient cheek in sullen spite;
Nor shall I moan the pain
Of seeing ev'ry joy rush past
So I may learn the peace at last
Of touching her again.
For she was tender, tried and true,
And lulled me when the tempest blew
Where lulling is the best;
And now that Death has robbed my head,
For (Christ accept her!) she is dead—
Let me lie down and rest.
And lulled me when the tempest blew
Where lulling is the best;
And now that Death has robbed my head,
For (Christ accept her!) she is dead—
Let me lie down and rest.
| Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet | |