Tom Merritt) At first I suspected something She acted so calm and absent-minded And one day I heard the back door shut As I entered the front, and I saw him slink Back of the smokehouse into the lot And run across the field And I meant to kill him on sight But that day, walking near Fourth Bridge Without a stick or a stone at hand All of a sudden I saw him standing Scared to death, holding his rabbits And all I could say was, Dont, Dont, Dont, As he aimed and fired at my heart (3.

Ollie McGee) Have you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face That is my husband who, by secret cruelty Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth And with broken pride and shameful humility I sank into the grave But what think you gnaws at my husbands heart The face of what I was, the face of what he made me These are driving him to the place where I lie In death, therefore, I am avenged (36.

Julia Miller) We quarreled that morning For he was sixty-five, and I was thirty And I was nervous and heavy with the child Whose birth I dreaded I thought over the last letter written me By that estranged young soul Whose betrayal of me I had concealed By marrying the old man Then I took morphine and sat down to read Across the blackness that came over my eyes I see the flickering light of these words even now: And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To-day thou shalt Be with me in paradise.

Elizabeth Childers) Dust of my dust And dust with my dust O, child who died as you entered the world Dead with my death Not knowing Breath, though you tried so hard With a heart that beat when you lived with me And stopped when you left me for Life It is well, my child.

Oscar Hummel) I staggered on through darkness There was a hazy sky, a few stars Which I followed as best I could It was nine oclock, I was trying to get home But somehow I was lost Though really keeping the road Then I reeled through a gate and into a yard And called at the top of my voice: Oh, Fiddler Oh, Mr.

Jones (I thought it was his house and he would show me the way home.) But who should step out but A.

Amanda Barker) Henry got me with child Knowing that I could not bring forth life Without losing my own In my youth therefore I entered the portals of dust Traveler, it is believed in the village where I lived That Henry loved me with a husbands love But I proclaim from the dust That he slew me to gratify his hatred (72.

William and Emily) There is something about Death Like love itself If with some one with whom you have known passion And the glow of youthful love You also, after years of life Together, feel the sinking of the fire And thus fade away together Gradually, faintly, delicately As it were in each others arms Passing from the familiar room That is a power of unison between souls Like love itself About Ask us a question about this song Ask a question No questions asked yet The Hill Richard Buckner 1.

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