Lamae's Grave
I am stretched upon your grave and will lie there forever,
If your hands were in mine, I’d be sure they’d not sever,
My appletree, my brightness ‘tis time we were together,
For I smell of the earth and am worn by the weather.
When my family thinks that I’m safe in my bed,
From night until morning I am stretched at your head.
Calling out into the air with tears hot and wild,
I grief for the boy that I loved as a child.
The priests and the friars approach me in dread,
Because I still love only you, my love, and you are dead.
And I still would be your shelter through rain and through storm,
For with you in the cold ground I can never sleep warm.
I am stretched on your grave and will lie there forever,
If your hands were in mine, I’d be sure they’d not sever,
My appletree, my brightness ‘tis time we were together,
For I smell of the earth and am worn by the weather.
