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A LANCASHIRE LOVER (AT THE UNDERTAKER'S), by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis so sudden and strange to me
Last Line: May she have the ring now?
Subject(s): Love - Loss Of


'Tis so sudden and strange
To me.
You are used to the dead, --
Used to see
The closed eyes, to arrange
The cold hands, the stiff head.

You can't feel as I feel;
For you
Know the shrouds you will need
The year through.
You buy land, and a deal
Of trade warrants the deed.

A week since I saw her.
The night
Seems now distant as Noah.
Ah, -- how bright
Was the kitchen; like myrrh
Smelled the fresh-washed pine floor.

She talked, laughed, I was dumb,
Until,
Shamefaced, I showed the ring.
O, I still
See her lips as her thumb
She slipped through the great thing.

For you see I told clerk
At store,
'Twas for me, was the ring.
Now I swore
It was big as a park,
Said a smaller I'd bring.

Then, next day, she fell sick, --
A maid
With no home of her own,
Though she prayed,
Yet they sent her off quick
To the work-house, alone.

While I laughed o'er my loom,
And felt,
Now and then, for the ring
'Neath my belt,
Wishing week-end would come,
Little dreaming the sting.

Planned the house we should have,
We two;
Carpet, table, chairs, stove,
What we'd do: --
She lay dying, the grave
Was a-beckoning my love.

Aye, she died more of shame?
'Tis like.
I'll complete here my vow.
I could strike: --
But 'tis useless to blame!
May she have the ring now?





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