and posted in My Elegies

Don’t cry little flower, don’t ever shed your tears
Don’t let it ruin that pretty dress that has not seen a year
Don’t let the larks rattle you in your deepest of sleep
Don’t fret, don’t wary, though solitary in your keep

As you await, by the window you gaze
Waiting for as the sun sets in a haze
Worry not that the night shall be cold
Worry not though the curtains unfold

That sadness will forever be your friend
That the hallow earth shall close in and mend
That Mother weeps, that father despair
That I am not there nor would not even care

For I am here, and I will never leave
As they draw the curtains of our last eve
Sleep, sweet sister, wipe the tears you cried
For I your brother shall be buried by your side

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