A Woman's Last Word
Palace–Burner: The Selected Poetry of Sarah Piatt (Chicago: University of Illinois Press, 2001): 144.
1Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I
3(The grave is deeper than the heavens are high.)
4 My house .- of Love .- was builded on the sand.
5Promise me nothing. That the heart will rain
6 On eyes whose tears are done
7And lips that will not kiss you back again
9Promise me nothing. You but said "Till death,"
10 Even with my wedding-ring.
11Promise me nothing, lest with my last breath
12 I make you promise .- only everything!
13Promise me nothing. One day you will buy
15Then, if the dead walk in their sleep, must I
16 Come, shivering, back to say .- "I told you so"?
2] Loose ... my hand: free her hand (given to him at the marriage ceremony). Back to Line
8] I know, for one: at least one, I myself, know this (that my lips will not return your kiss). Back to Line
14] another ring: another wedding ring (to give a different woman, your second wife). Back to Line
Publication Start Year:
Child's-World Ballads (1895).
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