The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

PITY ME NOT.



PITY me not:  it makes me pitiable.
     Grieve not for me, ’twill set me grieving, too.
Come not forebodingly but courage-full,
     And speak the shining word that’s string and true.
If you would have me fearless, have no fears;

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     If you would have me light and sorrow-free,
Then give your steps the music of the spheres,
     Make your eye steadfast as eternity. [Page 124]