The Farmer's Bride/Exspecto Resurrectionem

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3726963The Farmer's Bride — Exspecto ResurrectionemCharlotte Mew

EXSPECTO RESURRECTIONEM

OH! King who hast the key
Of that dark room,
The last which prisons us but held not Thee,
Thou know'st its gloom.
Dost Thou a little love this one
Shut in to-night,
Young and so piteously alone,
Cold—out of sight?
Thou know'st how hard and bare
The pillow of that new-made narrow bed,
Then leave not there
So dear a head!