Farewell To Margaret
Wipe my tears sweet Margaret,
ask me why it is I grieve.
Ask me not of my regret.
It is for un-leaving of a tree.
It is for coming lack of Spring.
It is for this and other things.
It is for clouds that block the sun.
It is for a clock not setting still.
It is for a creek waterless to run.
It is for loss of life's own will.
It is for all we have not seen.
It is for this and other things.
It is for wand-wood leafless lie.
It is for snow on mountains tall.
It is for tears that fill an eye.
It is for coming of the fall.
It is for a church bell as it rings.
It is for this and other things.
Ask me not of my regret.
Blind it is for men to sin.
Just hold my heart sweet Margaret,
and love me to the coming end.
Beyond your spirit catching wing,
it is for this and no other thing.
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