So Might It Be
Death, when you come to me, tread with a footstep
Light as the moon's on the grasses asleep,
So that I know not the moment of darkness,
Know not the drag and the draw of the deep.
Death, when you come to me, let there be sunlight,
Dogs and dear creatures about me at play,
Flowers in the fields and the song of the blackbird —
Spring in the world when you fetch me away!
Light as the moon's on the grasses asleep,
So that I know not the moment of darkness,
Know not the drag and the draw of the deep.
Death, when you come to me, let there be sunlight,
Dogs and dear creatures about me at play,
Flowers in the fields and the song of the blackbird —
Spring in the world when you fetch me away!
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