For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/Tired Girl
TIRED GIRL
Put her away some place between two hills,
Away from the sea and the sun.
She has so much to think of—must she run
On your bright bosom always, Mother Earth?
Put her away, and let some other birth
Bring her back to the sound of the sea, and the sun.
After she ponders under silent hills,
Beneath your swarming bosom, Mother Earth,
She will have words for her beloved one.
Away from the sea and the sun.
She has so much to think of—must she run
On your bright bosom always, Mother Earth?
Put her away, and let some other birth
Bring her back to the sound of the sea, and the sun.
After she ponders under silent hills,
Beneath your swarming bosom, Mother Earth,
She will have words for her beloved one.