She said: Would I might sleep <br />With the bulbs I plant so deep, <br />Forgetting all the long Winter <br />That I must awake and weep. <br /> <br />A dreamless sleepy-head, <br />Forgetting my Dear was dead; <br />Nothing caring nor knowing <br />While the dark season sped. <br /> <br />I am so young, so young, <br />And the years stretch out so long, <br />The weeks and the months so endless; <br />The long life does me wrong. <br /> <br />I would grow old and grey, <br />As though 'twere only a day, <br />Till his voice came calling, calling <br />To me under the clay. <br /> <br />Then I should spring to the sun, <br />Life done with, Life begun, <br />And run where he waited to lift me <br />Over the threshold stone. <br /> <br />She sighed in the Autumn weather: -- <br />Would I and the bulbs together, <br />For Spring lay quietly waiting; <br />I and the bulbs together.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-she-said-2/
