YOU must be troubled, Asthore, Because last night you came And stood on the moonlit floor, And called again my name. In dreams I felt your tears, In dreams mine eyes were wet; O, dead for seven long years! And can you not forget? Are you not happy yet? @3The mass-bell shall be rung, The mass be said and sung, And God will surely hear; Go back and sleep, my dear!@1 You went away when you heard The red cock's clarion crow. You have given my heart a sword, You have given my life a woe, I, who your burden bore, On whom your sorrows fell; You had to travel, Asthore, Your bitter need to tell, And I -- was faring well! @3The mass-bell shall be rung, The mass be said and sung, And God will surely hear; Go back and sleep, my dear!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH READY TO KILL by CARL SANDBURG A PORTRAIT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |