AN UPBRAIDING
Now I am dead you sing to me The songs we used to know,But while I lived you had no wish Or care for doing so.
Now I am dead you come to me In the moonlight, comfortless;Ah, what would I have given alive To win such tenderness!
When you are dead, and stand to me Not differenced, as now,But like again, will you be cold As when we...
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