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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
“Is It Nothing to You?”
May Probyn
WE were playing on the green together,
  My sweetheart and I—
Oh! so heedless in the gay June weather,
  When the word went forth that we must die.
Oh! so merrily the balls of amber        5
  And of ivory tossed we to the sky,
While the word went forth in the King’s chamber,
  That we both must die.
Oh! so idly, straying through the pleasaunce,
  Plucked we here and there        10
Fruit and bud, while in the royal presence
  The King’s son was casting from his hair
Glory of the wreathen gold that crowned it,
  And, ungirdling all his garments fair,
Flinging by the jewelled clasp that bound it,        15
  With his feet made bare,
Down the myrtled stairway of the palace,
  Ashes on his head,
Came he, through the rose and citron alleys,
  In rough sark of sackcloth habited,        20
And in a hempen halter—oh! we jested,
  Lightly, and we laughed as he was led
To the torture, while the bloom we breasted
  Where the grapes grew red.
Oh! so sweet the birds, when he was dying,        25
  Piped to her and me—
Is no room this glad June day for sighing—
  He is dead, and she and I go free!
When the sun shall set on all our pleasure
  We will mourn him— What, so you decree        30
We are heartless— Nay, but in what measure
  Do you more than we?


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