FAREWELL

HEN I lie where shades of darkness
Shall no more assail mine eyes,
Nor the rain make lamentation

When the wind sighs;

How will fare the world whose wonder 5

Was the very proof of me ?
Memory fades, must the remembered
Perishing be?

Oh, when this my dust surrenders

Hand, foot, lip, to dust again, 10

May the rusting harvest hedgerow

Please other men!
May the rusting harvest hedgerow
Still the Traveller's Joy entwine,
And as happy children gather 15

Posies once mine.

Look thy last on all things lovely,

Every hour. Let no night

Seal thy sense in deathly slumber

fill to delight 20

Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
Since that all things thou wouldst praise
Beauty took from those who loved them

In other days*

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