Аделаида Крапси (Adelaide Crapsey)

Dirge

NEVER the nightingale,
    Oh, my dear, 
Never again the lark
    Thou wilt hear; 
Though dusk and the morning still
Tap at thy window-sill,
Though ever love call and call
Thou wilt not hear at all,
    My dear, my dear. 

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