Dread
J. M. Synge
Beside 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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