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    I hear my dear Love
    Crying in the North,
While all the ice-floes lay ’twixt me and her,
And frozen by her tears I could not stir
    Nor reach my dear Love
Crying in the North.
    I hear my dear Love
    Crying in the East,
Around her lay long leagues of desert land,
And I lay buried underneath the sand,
    And could not touch her
    Crying in the East.
    I heard my dear Love
    Crying in the South,
The flowers grew so thick about her feet,
Blinding me with their perfume sickly sweet.
    I could not find her
    Crying in the South.
    I hear my dear Love
    Crying in the West,
Where the green grass is waving over me,
But, Oh, her dear, dear face I cannot see,
    Nor kiss my dear Love
    Crying in the West.

                                                                        Alix Egerton.

MLA citation:

Egerton, Alix. “The Lament of the Dead Knight,” illustrated by Cecil French. The Green Sheaf, No. 3, 1903, p. 4. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Yellow Nineties 2.0, Toronto Metropolitan University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2022.