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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry.  1920.
Nora Hopper Chesson. 1871–1906
78. A Connaught Lament
I WILL arise and go hence to the west, 
And dig me a grave where the hill-winds call; 
But O were I dead, were I dust, the fall 
Of my own love's footstep would break my rest! 
My heart in my bosom is black as a sloe!         5
I heed not cuckoo, nor wren, nor swallow: 
Like a flying leaf in the sky's blue hollow 
The heart in my breast is, that beats so low. 
Because of the words your lips have spoken, 
(O dear black head that I must not follow)  10
My heart is a grave that is stripped and hollow, 
As ice on the water my heart is broken. 
O lips forgetful and kindness fickle, 
The swallow goes south with you: I go west 
Where fields are empty and scythes at rest.  15
I am the poppy and you the sickle; 
My heart is broken within my breast. 

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