Hereafter
Hush, old woman;
You gave me your body,
Your lashes when curly;
Your cheek when smooth,
Hush, old woman,
It is no longer early.
Hush, Hush, old woman;
You gave me your troth,
When I lied, when I lay
In the depth of my sin;
Hush, old woman,
On wake’s wedding day.
Hush now, woman;
You gave me my babies,
Tendered in pain;
Bawling, squalling, noisome brats;
Hush, but woman,
All anon gone again.
Hush old woman;
You gave me your youth,
Wasted wakefulness,
Breath, time; My wickedness;
Hush, old woman,
It is done, long-tooth.
Hush, old woman;
You gave me your tear,
Fear, and pure ivor’ prayer;
I lay in a ghost of your pain;
Hush! Hush woman,
Not now long, He deign.
Hush, Hush! Hush, old woman;
You give me a black dress,
White face to the sky;
Fain whisper your incense
To Purgatory;
It is over; And may be for ill,
But accomplished: lowly test;
Now hush, old woman,
And go to your rest.
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