Annotations WHEN thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be starting, I did not pray That thou shouldst stay ; Alone I lay And dreamed and wept and watched thee on thy way. But now thou dost return, yea, after parting, And me embrace, Our souls enlace ; Ask thou no grace ; Thou shalt be aye confined to this place. Alone, alone I lie, ah, bitter smarting! Thou to the last Didst cling, kiss fast, Yet art thou past Beyond me, in the hollow of a blast. Book traversal links for When thou to death, fond one, wouldst fain be starting ‹ She mingled me rue and roses Up There is a fair, white relic in my room ›
