Nora Perry Poems

Tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in;
But not alone in the silken snare
Did she catch her lovely floating hair,
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Some day, some day of days, threading the street
With idle, heedless pace,
Unlooking for such grace
I shall behold your face!
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'She shall marry me yet,' he smiling said —
Smiling, and under his breath — but red
As flame his dark cheek glowed, and bale-fire burned
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When the baby died, we said,
With a sudden, secret dread:
'Death, be merciful, and pass;-
Leave the other!'-but alas!
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Oh, did you see him riding down,
And riding down, while all the town
Came out to see, came out to see,
And all the bells rang mad with glee?
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What silences we keep, year after year
With those who are most near to us, and dear!
We live beside each other day by day,
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