Lola Ridge

The Tidings

(Easter 1916)
 
Censored lies that mimic truth’€¦
Censored truth as pale as fear’€¦
My heart is like a rousing bell -
And but the dead to hear’€¦
 
My heart is like a mother bird,
Circling ever higher,
And the nest-tree rimmed about
By a forest fire’€¦
 
My heart is like a lover foiled
By a broken stair -
They are fighting to-night in Sackville Street,
And I am not there!
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