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No. 1049.
Teach me, only teach, Love
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought.
"Do not go' is unlucky; 'go' is a cold word; 'stay'
is lording it; 'do as you please', again, is indifference;
without you I die' had best be left unsaid; then teach me,
my lord, what I should say when you rise to go."
No. 1059.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which
cannot be gathered up agair.
"If you must go, you shall go; but why so soon? Turn
and stand while I gaze on your face. Our life in the world is
like the water that flows from the mouth of the runnel; and
who knows if you and I shall ever meet again?"
No. 1064.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Laid his child upon her knee:
Like summer tempests came her <error>teasr</error><fix>tears</fix>,
Sweet, my child, I live for thee.
"'I am going'. She hears. The day of his return is a
treasure she lays away in her heart. 'Be careful in the house
always'. This too she hears. 'Darling, do not grieve'. When
her lord says that, she sighs as she looks up in his face, then
lets fall a long glance on the child at breast".
No. 1072.
"She notes each day, but cannot count the marks; so fast
the tears fall on her pale cheeks, as she says in her heart, 'the
time of his return is not yet'."
Teach me, only teach, Love
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought.
"Do not go' is unlucky; 'go' is a cold word; 'stay'
is lording it; 'do as you please', again, is indifference;
without you I die' had best be left unsaid; then teach me,
my lord, what I should say when you rise to go."
No. 1059.
For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which
cannot be gathered up agair.
"If you must go, you shall go; but why so soon? Turn
and stand while I gaze on your face. Our life in the world is
like the water that flows from the mouth of the runnel; and
who knows if you and I shall ever meet again?"
No. 1064.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Laid his child upon her knee:
Like summer tempests came her <error>teasr</error><fix>tears</fix>,
Sweet, my child, I live for thee.
"'I am going'. She hears. The day of his return is a
treasure she lays away in her heart. 'Be careful in the house
always'. This too she hears. 'Darling, do not grieve'. When
her lord says that, she sighs as she looks up in his face, then
lets fall a long glance on the child at breast".
No. 1072.
"She notes each day, but cannot count the marks; so fast
the tears fall on her pale cheeks, as she says in her heart, 'the
time of his return is not yet'."