FIVE OF US
“Five of us small merry ones.
And Simon in the grass.
Here's an hour for delight,
Out of mortal thought and sight.
See, the sunshine ebbs away:
We play and we play.
“Five of us small merry ones,
And yonder there the stone,
Flat and heavy, dark and cold,
Where, beneath the churchyard mould.
Time has buried yesterday:
We play and we play.
“Five of us small merry ones.
We sang a dirge, did we.
Cloud was cold on foot and hair,
And a magpie from her lair
Spread her motley in the air;
And we wept―our tears away:
We play and we play.”
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