Joseph Skipsey

The Fatal Errand

MY mother bade me go.   I went:
   But beat my heart, ere I returned,
A rat-tat-tan, and what it meant
   Too soon I to my sorrow learned.
 
Her errand to the youth I ran,
   But had she me some other bade,
I had not felt that rat-tat-tan,
   Nor wept to think I ever had.
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