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quot And will you cut a stone for him	A
To set above his head	B
And will you cut a stone for him	A
A stone for him quot she said	B
	-
Three days before a splintered rock	C
Had struck her lover dead	B
Had struck him in the quarry dead	B
Where careless of a warning call	D
He loitered while the shot was fired	E
A lively stripling brave and tall	D
And sure of all his heart desired	E
A flash a shock	C
A rumbling fall	D
And broken 'neath the broken rock	C
A lifeless heap with face of clay	F
And still as any stone he lay	F
With eyes that saw the end of all	D
	-
I went to break the news to her	G
And I could hear my own heart beat	H
With dread of what my lips might say	F
But some poor fool had sped before	I
And flinging wide her father's door	I
Had blurted out the news to her	G
Had struck her lover dead for her	G
Had struck the girl's heart dead in her	G
Had struck life lifeless at a word	E
And dropped it at her feet	H
Then hurried on his witless way	F
Scarce knowing she had heard	E
	-
And when I came she stood alone	J
A woman turned to stone	J
And though no word at all she said	B
I knew that all was known	J
	-
Because her heart was dead	B
She did not sigh nor moan	J
His mother wept	K
She could not weep	L
Her lover slept	K
She could not sleep	L
Three days three nights	M
She did not stir	G
Three days three nights	M
Were one to her	G
Who never closed her eyes	N
From sunset to sunrise	N
From dawn to evenfall	D
Her tearless staring eyes	N
That seeing naught saw all	D
	-
The fourth night when I came from work	O
I found her at my door	I
quot And will you cut a stone for him quot	K
She said and spoke no more	I
But followed me as I went in	P
And sank upon a chair	Q
And fixed her grey eyes on my face	R
With still unseeing stare	Q
And as she waited patiently	D
I could not bear to feel	D
Those still grey eyes that followed me	D
Those eyes that plucked the heart from me	D
Those eyes that sucked the breath from me	D
And curdled the warm blood in me	D
Those eyes that cut me to the bone	J
And cut my marrow like cold steel	D
	-
And so I rose and sought a stone	J
And cut it smooth and square	Q
And as I worked she sat and watched	K
Beside me in her chair	Q
Night after night by candlelight	K
I cut her lover's name	S
Night after night so still and white	K
And like a ghost she came	S
And sat beside me in her chair	Q
And watched with eyes aflame	S
	-
She eyed each stroke	T
And hardly stirred	K
she never spoke	T
A single word	K
And not a sound or murmur broke	T
The quiet save the mallet stroke	T
	-
With still eyes ever on my hands	U
With eyes that seemed to burn my hands	U
My wincing overwearied hands	U
She watched with bloodless lips apart	K
And silent indrawn breath	V
And every stroke my chisel cut	K
Death cut still deeper in her heart	K
The two of us were chiselling	T
Together I and Death	V
	-
And when at length my job was done	W
And I had laid the mallet by	X
As if at last her peace were won	W
She breathed his name and with a sigh	X
Passed slowly through the open door	I
And never crossed my threshold more	I
	-
Next night I laboured late alone	J
To cut her name upon the stone	J

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

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