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2    But she is old.
3The plaits that lie along her pillow
4    Are not gold,
5But threaded with filigree silver,
6    And uncanny cold.
7She looks like a young maiden, since her brow
8    Is smooth and fair,
9Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed.
10    She sleeps a rare
11Still winsome sleep, so still, and so composed.
12Nay, but she sleeps like a bride, and dreams her dreams
13    Of perfect things.
14She lies at last, the darling, in the shape of her dream,
15    And her dead mouth sings

Notes

1] Gilbert notes that this poem is "related to a passage from Sons and Lovers (in Chapter Fourteen)" (65). Back to Line
16] the thrushes: reads "thrushes" in 1928. Back to Line