Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me that you are dead!
The corpse has spoken from out his bed,
"Yesternight my burning brain
Throbbed and beat on the strings of pain:
Now I rest, all my dreaming's done,
In the world behind the sun.
Yesterday I toiled full sore,
To-day I ride in a coach and four.
Yesternight in the streets I lay,
To-night with kings, and as good as they."
Wirastrua! wirastrua! would I were lying as cold as you.
Wirastrua
Dora Sigerson Shorter
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Poem topics: night, pain, sun, world, good, brain, cold, yesterday, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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