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Mon Apr 03 02:04:57 2017 1 The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Village Wife’s Lament, by Maurice Hewlett This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever.
You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: The Village Wife’s Lament Author: Maurice Hewlett Release Date: April 10, 2007 [EBook #21025] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VILLAGE WIFE’S LAMENT *** Produced by Hillary Fischer, Brian Janes and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http:--www.pgdp.net THE VILLAGE WIFE’S LAMENT POETICAL WORKS OF MAURICE HEWLETT A Masque of Dead Florentines Pan and the Young Shepherd: a pastoral Artemision The Agonists: a trilogy Helen Redeemed and other Poems Gai Saber: Tales and Songs The Song of the Plow Peridore and Paravail The Village Wife’s Lament THE VILLAGE WIFE’S LAMENT BY MAURICE HEWLETT LONDON MARTIN SECKER LONDON: MARTIN SECKER (LTD) 1918 I i Mon Apr 03 02:04:57 2017 2 O what is this you’ve done to me, Or what have I done, That bare should be our fair roof-tree, And I all alone? ’Tis worse than widow I become More than desolate, To face a worse than empty home Without child or mate. ’Twas not my strife askt him his life When it was but begun, Nor mine, I was a new-made wife And now I am none; Nor mine that many a sapless ghost Wails in sorrow-fare-But this does cost my pride the most, That bloodshedding to share. Image of streaming eyes, tear-gleaming, Of women foiled and defeat, I am like Christ shockt out of dreaming, Showing His hands and feet; Showing His feet and hands to God, Saying, -Are these in vain? For men I have trod the sorrowful road, And by them I am slain.- Seeing I have a breast in common, I must share in that shame, Since from the womb of some poor woman Each evil one came-Every hot and blundering thou...





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