Poems
Poems
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Nay, friend, she would not see the light, Though called you ne'er so loud, So bring of Unen, dainty white.
The measure of the shroud.
The drowsy sexton may not wake, He must be called betimes, 'T will take him all the day to make Her grave beneath the limes ; For when our little Ellie died.
The days were, oh, so long !
And what with telling ghostly tales, And humming scraps of song.
To school-boys gathered curiously About the bed so chill, I heard him digging till the sun Was down behind the hi...ll.
Oh, do not weep my friend, I pray, This rest so still and deep Keeps all the evil -things away That troubled once her sleep.
Hosted by Google THE DYING MOTHER.
We were weeping round her pillow, For we knew that she must die : It was night within our bosoms — It was night within the sky.
There were seven of us children — I the oldest one of all ; So I tried to whisper comfort, But the blinding tears would fail.
On my knee my little brother Leaned his aching brow and wept.
And my sister's long black tresses O'er my heaving bosom swept.
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You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Alice Cary to read onlineMoreLess
To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Nay, friend, she would not see the light, Though called you ne'er so loud, So bring of Unen, dainty white.
The measure of the shroud.
The drowsy sexton may not wake, He must be called betimes, 'T will take him all the day to make Her grave beneath the limes ; For when our little Ellie died.
The days were, oh, so long !
And what with telling ghostly tales, And humming scraps of song.
To school-boys gathered curiously About the bed so chill, I heard him digging till the sun Was down behind the hi...ll.
Oh, do not weep my friend, I pray, This rest so still and deep Keeps all the evil -things away That troubled once her sleep.
Hosted by Google THE DYING MOTHER.
We were weeping round her pillow, For we knew that she must die : It was night within our bosoms — It was night within the sky.
There were seven of us children — I the oldest one of all ; So I tried to whisper comfort, But the blinding tears would fail.
On my knee my little brother Leaned his aching brow and wept.
And my sister's long black tresses O'er my heaving bosom swept.
What to read after Poems?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Alice Cary to read onlineMoreLess
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