Poems of Coleridge by Unknown
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page 105 of 262 (40%)
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And when the prayers were done, we all Came round and asked her why: Giddy she seemed, and sure, there was A trouble in her eye. But ere she from the church-door stepped She smiled and told us why: "It was a wicked woman's curse," Quoth she, "and what care I?" She smiled, and smiled, and passed it off Ere from the door she stept-- But all agree it would have been Much better had she wept. And if her heart was not at ease, This was her constant cry-- "It was a wicked woman's curse-- God's good, and what care I?" There was a hurry in her looks, Her struggles she redoubled: "It was a wicked woman's curse, And why should I be troubled?" These tears will come--I dandled her When 'twas the merest fairy-- Good creature! and she hid it all: She told it not to Mary. |
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