Collection Of Poems

The Unquiet Grave

The wind doth blow today, my love,

And a few small drops of rain;

I never had but one true-love,

In cold grave she was lain.

"I'll do as much for my true-love

As any young man may;

I'll sit and mourn all at her grave

For a twelvemonth and a day"

The twelvemonth and a day being up

The dead began to speak

"Oh who sits weeping on my grave

And will not let me sleep?"

"Tis I my love sits on your grave

And will not let you sleep;

For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips

And that is all I seek."

"You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips

But my breath smells earthy strong;

If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips

Your time will not be long.

"Tis down in yonder garden green

Love where we used to walk

The finest flower that ere was seen

Is withered to a stalk.

"The stalk is withered dry, my love,

So will our hearts decay;

So make yourself content, my love,

Till God calls you away."