<h3 id="Sad_One_Must_You_Weep">Sad One, Must You Weep</h3>
<p>“SAD one, must you weep alway?<br/>
Youth’s ill wedded with despair;<br/>
Ringless hand and robe of grey<br/>
Mock the charms which they declare.”</p>
<p>Sad and sweetly answered she,<br/>
“What are comely robes to me?<br/>
I would wear a grass green dress,<br/>
Dew pearls for my gems—no less<br/>
Now can comfort me.”</p>
<p>“Sweet, the shining of your hair<br/>
(All forgotten and undone)<br/>
Squanders ’neath the veil you wear<br/>
Gold whose loss bereaves the sun.”</p>
<p>Very sad and low said she,<br/>
“What is shining hair to me?<br/>
When from out the rain-wet mold<br/>
Kingcups borrow of its gold<br/>
Sweet and sweet ’twill be.”</p>
<p>“Love, O Love! your hand is chill<br/>
As a snowflake lost in spring,<br/>
Wild it flutters—then lies still<br/>
As a bird with prisoned wing!”</p>
<p>Sad and patient answered she,<br/>
“As a bird I would be free;<br/>
As the spring I would find birth<br/>
In the sweet, forgetful earth—<br/>
Pray you, let it be!”</p>
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