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   All things go their way,
   Only we must stay,
Must not follow; good bye swallow, good swallow."

Then listless Marian raised her head
 Among the nodding sheaves;
Her voice was sweeter than that voice;
 She sang like one who grieves:
Her voice was sweeter than its wont
 Among the nodding sheaves;
All wondered while they heard her sing
 Like one who hopes and grieves:—

 "Deeper than the hail can smite,
 Deeper than the frost can bite,
 Deep asleep through day and night,
   Our delight.

 "Now thy sleep no pang can break,
 No to-morrow bid thee wake,
 Not our sobs who sit and ache
   For thy sake.

 "Is it dark or light below?
 Oh, but is it cold like snow?
 Dost thou feel the green things grow
   Fast or slow?

 "Is it warm or cold beneath,
 Oh, but it is cold like death?