Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Sonnets. 15. Farewell, you children that I might have borne

Farewell, you children that I might have borne.
Now must I put you from me year by year,
Now year by year the root of life be torn
Out of this womb to which you were so dear,
Now year by year the milky springs be dried
Within the sealed-up fountains of my breast,
Now year by year be to my arms denied
The burden they would break with and be blessed.

Sometimes I felt your lips and hands so close
I almost could have plucked you from the dark,
But now your very dream more distant grows
As my still aching body grows more stark.
I shall not see you laugh or hear you weep,
Kiss you awake, or cover up your sleep.

1. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
2. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
3. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
4. Vagrant Songs
5. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete

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