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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXIV. Bitter Sorrow
By Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel (1834–1894)
I AM lying in the tomb, love,
Lying in the tomb,
Tho’ I move within the gloom, love,
Breathe within the gloom!
Men deem life not fled, dear,        5
Deem my life not fled,
Tho’ I with thee am dead, dear,
I with thee am dead,
O my little child!
What is the grey world, darling,        10
What is the grey world,
Where the worm is curled, darling,
The deathworm is curled?
They tell me of the spring, dear!
Do I want the spring?        15
Will she waft upon her wing, dear,
The joy-pulse of her wing,
Thy songs, thy blossoming,
O my little child!
For the hallowing of thy smile, love,        20
The rainbow of thy smile,
Gleaming for a while, love,
Gleaming to beguile!
Replunged me in the cold, dear,
Leaves me in the cold,        25
And I feel so very old, dear,
Very, very old!
Would they put me out of pain, dear,
Out of all my pain,
Since I may not live again, dear,        30
Never live again!
I am lying in the grave, love,
In thy little grave,
Yet I hear the wind rave, love,
And the wild wave!        35
I would lie asleep, darling,
With thee lie asleep,
Unhearing the world weep, darling,
Little children weep!
O my little child!        40

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