<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">What She Said</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">She</span> said: Would I might sleep</p><p class="line">With the bulbs I plant so deep,</p><p class="line">Forgetting all the long Winter</p><p class="line">That I must awake and weep.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">A dreamless sleepy-head,</p><p class="line">Forgetting my Dear was dead;</p><p class="line">Nothing caring nor knowing</p><p class="line">While the dark season sped.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I am so young, so young,</p><p class="line">And the years stretch out so long,</p><p class="line">The weeks and the months so endless;</p><p class="line">The long life does me wrong.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I would grow old and grey,</p><p class="line">As though 'twere only a day,</p><p class="line">Till his voice came calling, calling</p><p class="line">To me under the clay.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Then I should spring to the sun,</p><p class="line">Life done with, Life begun,</p><p class="line">And run where he waited to lift me</p><p class="line">Over the threshold stone.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">She sighed in the Autumn weather: --</p><p class="line">Would I and the bulbs together,</p><p class="line">For Spring lay quietly waiting;</p><p class="line">I and the bulbs together.</p></div></body></html> · Great War