| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XX. The Burial
Ye have forgotten the Exhortation | | By Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894) |
| | | BURY thy dead, dear friend, | |
| Between the night and day: | |
| Where depths of summer shade are cool, | |
| And murmurs of a summer pool | |
| And windy murmurs stray…. | 5 |
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| Bury thy dead, dear love, | |
| And make his bed most fair above: | |
| The latest buds shall still | |
| Blow there, and the first violets too, | |
| And there a turtle-dove | 10 |
| Shall brood and coo…. | |
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| Bury thy dead heart-deep: | |
| Take patience till the sun be set: | |
| There are no tears for him to weep, | |
| No doubts to haunt him yet: | 15 |
| Take comfort, he will not forget. | | | | |
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