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The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/The Murdered Lover

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234254The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar — The Murdered LoverPaul Laurence Dunbar

THE MURDERED LOVER

Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother,
  Say a mass for my soul's repose, I need it,
Lovingly lived we, the sons of one mother,
  Mine was the sin, but I pray you not heed it.

Dark were her eyes as the sloe and they called me,
  Called me with voice independent of breath.
God! how my heart beat; her beauty appalled me,
  Dazed me, and drew to the sea-brink of death.

Lithe was her form like a willow. She beckoned,
  What could I do save to follow and follow,
Nothing of right or result could be reckoned;
  Life without her was unworthy and hollow.

Ay, but I wronged thee, my brother, my brother;
  Ah, but I loved her, thy beautiful wife.
Shade of our father, and soul of our mother,
  Have I not paid for my love with my life?

Dark was the night when, revengeful, I met you,
  Deep in the heart of a desolate land.
Warm was the life-blood which angrily wet you
  Sharp was the knife that I felt from your hand.

Wept you, oh, wept you, alone by the river,
  When my stark carcass you secretly sank.
Ha, now I see that you tremble and shiver;
  'T was but my spirit that passed when you shrank!

Weep not, oh, weep not, 't is over, 't is over;
  Stir the dark weeds with the turn of the tide;
Go, thou hast sent me forth, ever a rover,
  Rest and the sweet realm of heaven denied.

Say a mass for my soul's repose, my brother,
  Say a mass for my soul, I need it.
Sin of mine was it, and sin of no other,
  Mine was it all, but I pray you not heed it.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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