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      • Slowly we disarray
      • I stood to hear that bold
      • Others may drag at memory's fetter
      • Bring me life of fickle breath
      • Ah me, how sadder than to say farewell
      • Death, for all thy grasping stealth
      • Little Lettice is dead, they say
      • I would not have the wind pass by
      • Solitary Death, make me thine own
      • Come, mete me out my loneliness, o wind
      • I by spells had been beguiled
      • O Love, o bitter, mortal journeying
      • I would not die
      • They buried him - ah, I have not thought -
      • She mingled me rue and roses
      • When thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be starting
      • There is a fair, white relic in my room
      • Vain Death, thou hast no staying
      • Winds to-day are large and free
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They buried him - ah, I have not thought -

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    THEY buried him — ah, I have not thought -
    It is thirteen years ago. 
    Whether the years have been long or short 

    I shall never know : 
    Only my heart cries out with tears 
    To go to him in his grave, to go 
    To the long, long years. 

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    The Poems of Michael Field by Sarah E. Kersh, Todd Bryant, Ryan Burke

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