Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | The Maids Lament | By Walter Savage Landor (17751864) |
| I LOVED him not; and yet now he is gone, | |
I feel I am alone. | |
I checkd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, | |
Alas! I would not check. | |
For reasons not to love him once I sought, | 5 |
And wearied all my thought | |
To vex myself and him; I now would give | |
My love, could he but live | |
Who lately lived for me, and when he found | |
Twas vain, in holy ground | 10 |
He hid his face amid the shades of death. | |
I waste for him my breath | |
Who wasted his for me; but mine returns, | |
And this lorn bosom burns | |
With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep, | 15 |
And waking me to weep | |
Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years | |
Wept he as bitter tears. | |
Merciful God! such was his latest prayer, | |
These may she never share! | 20 |
Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold | |
Than daisies in the mould, | |
Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate, | |
His name and lifes brief date. | |
Pray for him, gentle souls, whoeer you be, | 25 |
And, O, pray too for me! | | | |
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