Fairy Changeling and Other Poems — A Meadow Tragedy

"But this I promise, when starved and cold A lonely soul Finds for its goal A six-foot bed and churchyard mould."

A MEADOW TRAGEDY

Here's a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high;

There's a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky.

There's a nest of love enclosing Three little beaks that cry;

The reapers in the meadow And a lark hangs in the sky.

Here's a mead all full of summer, And tragedy goes by With a knife amongst the grasses, And a song up in the sky.