What Will You Give?

What will you give me, if I will wed?
        A golden gown
        To come sweetly down,
And deck you from foot to head.

How will you keep me, if I am cold?
        By a heart so warm,
        The bravest storm
Dare not force through my strong hands hold.

How will you please me, if I should thirst?
        Why by the rape
        Of the purple grape,
Which the summer and sun have nursed.

If I should hunger what may I eat?
        For you the skies
        The falcon flies,
And the hounds on the stag are fleet.

How can you comfort when fair youth dies,
        When the spirits fain
        For a purer gain,
Than the satisfied flesh supplies?

But this I promise, when starved and cold
        A lonely soul
        Finds for its goal
A six-foot bed and churchyard mould.

Dora Sigerson Shorter

Dora Sigerson Shorter was an Irish poet and sculptor born in Dublin in 1866. She was one of the leading figures of the Irish Literary Revival, a movement that aimed to promote Irish literature and culture in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. She was also a close friend of W.B. Yeats and married the writer and journalist Clement King Shorter. Dora's work often dealt with themes of Irish nationalism and folklore, and she published several volumes of poetry before her untimely death in 1918.

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    BRIDE

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He draws me away from thee;
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It is lit for me.

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To our home, come home.
It is my voice that calls:
Once thou wast not afraid
When I woo'd, and said,
'Come, our nest is newly made'--
Now cross the tossing foam.

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Hold me one moment longer,
He taunts me with the past,
His clutch is waxing stronger,
Hold me fast, hold me fast.
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I

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