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!"