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First Line: They have laid me here on this windy hill
Last Line: Thru the long grass overhead.
Subject(s): Death; Graves; Love - Loss Of; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones


I

They have laid me here on this windy hill,
O, the false, false tears they shed;
They have hid me away from the light of day,
With the warm grass, the soft grass,
With the long grass overhead.

II

But I always hear your footstep's fall
However lightly you tread;
And my heart's loud beat, you must hear it, sweet,
Thru the warm grass, the soft grass,
Thru the long grass overhead.

III

Till my neighbors, stirring in slumber, sigh;
"Hush, boy! Don't you know you're dead?"
How can I sleep, when I hear you weep
Thru the warm grass, the soft grass,
Thru the long grass overhead.

IV

And the words I hungered, thirsted for,
The words you never said,
Now I hear you say, as you kneel to pray
In the warm grass, the soft grass,
In the long grass overhead.

V

Then my quickened dust springs forth to light
And blossoms white and red:
'Tis my heart's last bloom breathed out in perfume
Thru the warm grass, the soft grass,
Thru the long grass overhead.





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