When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
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Strike the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;
Bring me wine, bring me flowers,
Ring the silver bell.
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Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,
Nor cricket chirping cheerily,
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My sun has set, I dwell
In darkness as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
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I will tell you when they met:
In the limpid days of Spring;
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
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Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
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Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
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New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favourite things I had
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If I might see another Spring
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once
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O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.
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