Augusta Webster (Августа Вебстер)

Yu-Pe-Ya’s Dirge for Tse-Ky

Dead, my beloved! This small purple weed
    That grows upon thy grave shall have its time
To ripen and to wane, to bloom and seed;
But thou, strong doer, mightst not wait thy deed,
But thou, oh noblest, mightst not wait thy meed:
    Dead in thy prime!

Gone, my beloved! I that held thine hand
    Left sudden in a joyless waste alone!
I tossing on life's sea, and thou to stand
Hidden in the shadows of the silent strand.
Thou seeing me from where I may not land!
    Gone from me, gone!

Sleep well: but what for me who still must wake?
    Dream joys: but what for me who can but weep?
Oh darkened days where never dawn shall break!
Oh weary troth-plight I with sorrow make!
But thou, rest peaceful; care not for my sake.
    Dear, sleep thy sleep.

1. 'Tis Hard
2. Young Laughters, and My Music!
3. Betrothed
4. The Flower by the Path
5. The Brook Leaps Riotous

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