The Tidings

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Title:     The Tidings
Author: Lola Ridge [More Titles by Ridge]

(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!

[The end]
Lola Ridge's poem: Tidings

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