It is only at the mercy of God
That I still live rightly
That very same God
To whom I did wrongly.
Should I have died
Before the sun rose
That evening in the war
Where widowed in blood shed pose.
For whom must I live justly
If for those I killed rather softly
At the expense of the fair
I live poor, pale and frail.
-- Eleanor
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
It is only at the mercy of God
That I still live rightly
That very same God
To whom I did wrongly.
Should I have died
Before the sun rose
That evening in the war
Where widowed in blood shed pose.
For whom must I live justly
If for those I killed rather softly
At the expense of the fair
I live poor, pale and frail.
-- Eleanor
