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Sign Language Studies
American Annals of the Deaf
This used to be a problem unto me :
Can woman’s life hold Art and Love together?
And now I know it can! Not one heart only,
But one soul and one mind are shared between us!
I stood at early dawn beside my window,
So glad! so glad! His ring was on my hand,―
I could not sleep for the joy of feeling it,―
I leant out to the dim and dewy day,
And heard the first faint sounds of waking birds;
And saw the hills in shadow, and the deeps―
The blue, unsounded deeps― of restful skies
Unsunned above me. Then to me a voice―
A timid voice afraid of its own self,
A voice that snag the sorrow of a heart
That could not choose but suffer―floated up.
I caught the song, but could not see the singer.
A GIRL’S AFTER-SINGING
When I was a wee white maiden,
I was my mother’s delight ;
She plaited my yellow tresses,
And she cuddled me close at night.
But once I woke in her clasping,
And felt that her arms were chill ;
And they took me away from my mother,
Because she lay so still.
The buttercups shine in the meadow,
And her grave is wet with dew ;
A sparrow is chirping near it,
Alas! what should I do?
Love came, and sought me, and found me!
He entreated me passing fair ;
It was for him that I braided
The jessamine into my hair.
He pelted me once with a rosebud ;
When I stooped to where it lay,
He departed, and only left me
The flower that he flung away,
The bloom is all over the orchard,
While I sit here and sew ;
So sorry for sweet Love’s going,
Alas! what shall I do?
Pale Christ! I’ll put thy betrayal
‘Twixt me and my miseries twain ;
Thou wert forsaken,― and I am
A motherless creature in pain!
Dear God! I will take thy pity,
And wrap it about my life ;
O, let me be thy little one,
Since I’ll be no man’s wife !