Done Deed

Written by: elizabeth wesley

Sequel to "The Dream"

I came from a funeral
With tears I couldn't see;
For I killed my lover
Who wouldn't love me.
His mouth with soft lips
That lit his sweet face
Brought a vision of sorrow
For a lonely grave's place.

For he did deceive me
And I couldn't find rest;
Till I turned and I slew him
I knew this was best.
I stood there beside him
With a spade in the clay;
Tomorrow I'll forget him
But I’ll shed tears today.