Lyrics
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CHARITY
Since my Beloved chambered me
To beat within her breast,
And took my soul to light a shrine
Her soul had decked and dressed,
And caught my songs about her throat,—
Dissected, known, confessed,
I dwell within her charity
A half-unwelcome guest.
TO MY SON
You are her laughter
Blown to a rose,
Singing heard after
The song's at the close.
You are the sorrow
Was dusk in her eyes,
You are the morrow
Is night where she lies.
