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242 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Lay these hands down by my side,
Let my face be bare ; Bind a kerchief round the face,
Smooth my hair.
Let my bier be borne at dawn,
Summer grows so sweet, Deep into the forest green
Where boughs meet.
Then pass away, and let me lie One long, warm, sweet day
There alone, with face upturned, One sweet day.
While the morning light grows broad, While noon sleepeth sound,
While the evening falls and faints, While the world goes round. |
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From " Windk-Strmvs."
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ERE life to last forever, love, We might go hand in hand, And pause and pull the flowers that blow In all the idle land, And we might lie in sunny fields
And while the hours away With fallings-out and fallings-in For half a summer day. |
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