Deep Slumber
Death lays to rest where lilies grow,
Beneath the grass where breezes blow.
No lark’s bright call, no warm embrace,
To soothe the still and quiet place.
It hears no depths the sea may weep,
Nor moon’s faint laughter, soft and deep.
Sleep on, though echoes linger still,
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