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IN A BURYING GROUND

This is the spot where I will lie
When life has had enough of me,
These are the grasses that will blow
Above me like a living sea.


These gay old lilies will not shrink
To draw their life from death of mine,
And I will give my body's fire
To make blue flowers on this vine.


"O Soul," I said, "have you no tears?
Was not the body dear to you?"
I heard my soul say carelessly,
"The myrtle flowers will grow more blue."

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