Grace Fallow Norton Poems

YOU say there is no love, my love,
Unless it lasts for aye!
Oh, folly, there are interludes
Better than the play.
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I went out to the farthest meadow,
I lay down in the deepest shadow;

And I said unto the earth, "Hold me,"
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My little soul I never saw,
Nor can I count its days;
I do not know its wondrous law
And yet I know its ways
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I went upon a journey
To countries far away,
From province unto province
To pass my holiday.
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It was silent in the street.
I did not know until a woman told me,
Sobbing over the muslin she sold me.
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I have brought the wine
And the folded raiment fine,
Pilgrim staff and shoe -
This is my love for you.
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I

With cassock black, baret and book,
   Father Saran goes by;
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