Wages
F. Hart
"Pay me my wages, Grief;
Pay, and be done with me."
"I gave you ears to hear;
I gave you eyes to see.
"More music has the wind
Than you can ever hold;
A dogwood flower is white
Laburnum stormy gold."
"Pay me my broken house,
My twelve month bare of him."
"With melting memories
I packed them to the brim.
"You need but crook your hand,
And he is at your side,
More loving and more loved
Than if he had not died!"