Wages

Pay me my wages, Grief;
Pay, and be done with me.
I gave you ears to hear;
I gave you eyes to see.

More music has the wind
Than you can ever hold;
A dogwood flower is white
Laburnum stormy gold.

Pay me my broken house,
My twelve month bare of him.
With melting memories
I packed them to the brim.

You need but crook your hand,
And he is at your side,
More loving and more loved
Than if he had not died!