Century Magazine/Volume 57/Issue 4/A Fairy Grave

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     Let a little grave be made,
     Half in shadow, half in shade,
     In a quiet, kindly place,
     Friendly as her face.
     
     Let the passing fairy bird
     From his airy height be heard;
     Ever, ever for that ground
     Only gentle sound.
     
     Let the singing winds, which be
     Wingèd dream and melody,
     Singing softly, by her lie,
     Softly singing, die.
     
     Let the bee has sucked the bloom
     Homeward journey by her tomb,
     And his tithe of sweet be paid
     To her sweeter shade.
     
     Let the low clouds, red and gold,
     Mourn her on the mountains old;
     Beauty, aye her guardian be,
     You and Melody.
     
     Spirits of sound and souls of flowers,
     All you dearest griefless powers,
     You with whom she went away,
     Tend her night and day.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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