Richard Buckner - Elizabeth Childers lyrics

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Richard Buckner - Elizabeth Childers lyrics

Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered the world, Dead with my d**h! 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 for you never traveled The long, long way that begins with school days, When little fingers blur under the tears That fall on the crooked letters. And the earliest wound, when a little mate Leaves you alone for another And sickness, and the face of Fear by the bed The d**h of a father or mother Or shame for them, or poverty The maiden sorrow of school days ended And eyeless Nature that makes you drink From the cup of Love, though you know it's poisoned To whom would your flower-face have been lifted? Botanist, weakling? Cry of what blood to yours? Pure or foul, for it makes no matter, It's blood that calls to our blood. And then your children-oh, what might they be? And what your sorrow? Child! Child! d**h is better than Life.