DREAD

by: John Millington Synge (1871-1909)

      ESIDE a chapel I'd a room looked down,
      Where all the women from the farms and town,
      On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass
      To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.
       
      Then I sat lonely watching score and score,
      Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door...
      Now by this window, where there's none can see,
      The Lord God's jealous of yourself and me.

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