YOU must be troubled, Asthore, Because last night you came And stood on the moonlit floor, And called again my name. In dreams I felt your tears, In dreams mine eyes were wet; O, dead for seven long years! And can you not forget? Are you not happy yet? @3The mass-bell shall be rung, The mass be said and sung, And God will surely hear; Go back and sleep, my dear!@1 You went away when you heard The red cock's clarion crow. You have given my heart a sword, You have given my life a woe, I, who your burden bore, On whom your sorrows fell; You had to travel, Asthore, Your bitter need to tell, And I -- was faring well! @3The mass-bell shall be rung, The mass be said and sung, And God will surely hear; Go back and sleep, my dear!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |