When you were weary, roaming the wide world over,
I gave my fickle heart to a new lover.
Now they tell me that you are lying dead:
O mountains fall on me and hide my head!
When you lay burning in the throes of fever,
He vowed me love by the willow-margined river:
Death smote you there – here was your [...]
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The Betrayal
Posted in Alice Furlong, Poetry on June 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
