What body can be ploughed,
Sown, and broken yearly?
But she would not die, she vowed,
But she has, nearly.
Sing, heart sing;
Call and carol clearly.
And, since she could not die,
Care would be a feather,
A film over the eye
Of two that lie together.
Fly, song, fly,
Break your little tether.
So from strength concealed
She makes her pretty boast:
Plain is a furrow healed
And she may love you most.
Cry, song, cry,
And hear your crying lost.
Chanson Un Peu Naà¯ve
Louise Bogan
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Poem topics: I love you, heart, lost, strength, together, feather, hear, plain, broken, pretty, body, break, love, song, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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