The Maid’s Lament
Walter Savage Landor
1775 to 1864
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Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years
These may she never share.
Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe'er you be,
He hid his face amid the shades of death.
Who wasted his for me! but mine returns,
I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
My love could he but live
And this lorn bosom burns
To vex myself and him: I now would give
I waste for him my breath
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
Than daisies in the mould,
Alas! I would not check.
With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep,
Wept he as bitter tears.
His name and life's brief date.
Who lately lived for me, and, when he found
For reasons not to love him once I sought,
And waking me to weep
And wearied all my thought
I feel I am alone.
And oh! pray too for me!
'Twas vain, in holy ground
Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,
Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold,
Merciful God! such was his latest prayer,