A Sunday Morning Tragedy Flashcards
Flower
I bore a daughter flower-fair
Rare
I joyed to mother one so rare
Men
Men looked and loved her as she grew
Loved too well
She owned that she had loved to well
Pleaded
I pleaded with him, pleaded sore
Christindie
That is so scorned in christendie
I’ll motherings
'’Tis meant to balk ill motherings
Ill-motherings! Why should they be
Wind
And the wind whiffled wailfully
Scandal
This scandal shall be slain
Fruit
Untimely fruit
Grave
And in my grave I now would be
Amends
Right glad are we he makes amends, for never a sweeter bride to be
Soul could flee
Christ how I wished my soul could flee
Picotee
My bird - my flower - my picotee
Felt for her
I’ve felt for her, and righted all
Silent
There she lay - silent, breathless, dead
Stone dead
Stone dead she lay - wronged, sinless she!
Rosy red
Ghost white the heels once rosy red
Death
Death had took her. Death took not me
Colding face
I kissed her folding face and hair
Punishment
My punishment I cannot bare, but pray god not to pity me