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."
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Collection Of Poems
PoetryThese are random poems I have collected throughout the years and I have loved to read. I do not own them nor have I made them up. Please feel free to enjoy them as much as I have!