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The Death Of Agnes Post by :febra Category :Poems Author :Edith Nesbit Date :August 2011 Read :2439

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The Death Of Agnes

Now that the sunlight dies in my eyes,
And the moonlight grows in my hair,
I who was never very wise,
Never was very fair,
Virgin and martyr all my life,
What has life left to give
Me--who was never mother nor wife,
Never got leave to live?

Nothing of life could I clasp or claim,
Nothing could steal or save.
So when you come to carve my name,
Give me life in my grave.
To keep me warm when I sleep alone
A lie is little to give;
Call me "Magdalen" on my stone,
Though I died and did not live.

(The end)
Edith Nesbit's poem: Death Of Agnes

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