Living
Ballad. From the German
From The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb, IV: Poems and Plays, ed. E. V. Lucas
Living
The clouds are blackening, the storms threatening,
And ever the forest maketh a moan:
Billows are breaking, the damsel's heart aching,
Thus by herself she singeth alone,
Weeping right plenteously.
"The world is empty, the heart is dead surely,
In this world plainly all seemeth amiss:
To thy breast, holy one, take now thy little one,
I have had earnest of all earth's bliss,
Living right lovingly."
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Lamb, Charles. “Ballad. From the German.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lamb/31/.
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Lamb, Charles. “Ballad. From the German.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lamb/31/.
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