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 O Lily of the King, I shall not see that sing, I shall not see the hour of thy queening! But my Song shall see, and wake like a flower that dawn-winds shake, And sigh with joy the odours of its meaning. O Lily of the King, remember then the thing That this dead mouth sang; and thy daughters, As they dance before His way; sing there on the Day What I sang when night was on the waters!

TO THE ENGLISH MARTYRS

Rain, rain on Tyburn tree, Red rain a-falling; Dew, dew on Tyburn tree, Red dew on Tyburn tree, And the swart bird a-calling. The shadow lies on England now Of the deathly-fruited bough: Cold and black with malison Lies between the land and sun; Putting out the sun, the bough Shades England now!

The troubled heavens so wan with care, And burdened with the earth's despair Shiver a-cold; the starved heaven Has want, with wanting men bereaven. Blest fruit of the unblest bough, Aid the land that smote you, now!