Aelfrida
Tillyard .
*LOVE
NOT
THE
DEAD
O'ERMUCH .
I
OVE
not the
dead
o'ermuch .
You
hold
them
here
When, king-like
they
should
come into
their
own ,
And ,
in
some
spirit -mother's womb
resown,
Be sons
of life , sans
darkness
and
sans
fear .
But, as
in
sombre
waters
of
a mere ,
The
stars
their image
from
afar
drop
down ,
The
dead
shall
light your soul, the
dead
whose crown
Makes
up
the light of
every
starry
sphere .
But
know , when
e' er the dead
can
hear our grief
They
linger
all our barren
earth
around ,
And
touch
us with
the
wind's
too -plaintive
sound ,
Whispering
back
our
grief
within
our
ears .
Then
gather
of your
pain
the ripened
sheaf
Turn
to
the
living — they
need
all
your
tears
.
*
THE
DIFFERENCE
.
IF
ever
thou
didst
turn
aside
1
Or
could
'
st
unfaithful
be,
And
then
re
-
tread
the wayward
path
And
bring
back
love
to
me
,
I
never
could
be
glad
again
Or
light
of
heart
,
but
yet
I'd
put my hands
upon
thy
eyes
And help
thee
to
forget
.
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