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So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.
Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.
(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.
In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;
In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!