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 HEN I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes, Nor the rain make lamentation
 * When the wind sighs;

How will fare the world whose wonder Was the very proof of me? Memory fades, must the rememhered
 * Perishing be?

Oh, when this my dust surrenders Hand, foot, lip, to dust again, May these loved and loving faces
 * Please other men!

May the rustling harvest hedgerow Still the Traveller's Joy entwine, And as happy children gather
 * Posies once mine.

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour. Let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
 * Till to delight

Thou have paid thy utmost blessing; Since that all things thou wouldst praise Beauty took from those who loved them
 * In other days.