Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BE STILL, by ALICE CARY


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First Line: Come, bring me wild pinks from the valleys
Last Line: Be still, oh, be still! She is dead.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


COME, bring me wild pinks from the valleys,
Ablaze with the fire o' the sun --
No poor little pitiful lilies
That speak of a life that is done!

And open the windows to lighten
The wearisome chamber of pain --
The eyes of my darling will brighten
To see the green hill-tops again.

Choose tunes with a lullaby flowing,
And sing through the watches you keep
Be soft with your coming and going --
Be soft! she is falling asleep.

Ah, what would my life be without her!
Pray God that I never may know!
Dear friends, as you gather about her,
Be low with your weeping -- be low.

Be low, oh, be low with your weeping!
Your sobs would be sorrow to her;
I tremble lest while she is sleeping
A rose on her pillow should stir.

Sing slower, sing softer and slower!
Her sweet cheek is losing its red --
Sing low, aye, sing lower and lower --
Be still, oh, be still! She is dead.





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