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 All poor women and men, Broken-hearted and weeping, Their dead they call on in vain, Quietly smiling and sleeping.

Friends, now listen and hear, Give over crying and grieving, There shall come a day and a year When the dead shall be as the living.

There shall come a call, a footfall, And the golden trumpeters blowing Shall stir the dead with their call, Bid them be rising and going.

Then in the daffodil weather Lover shall run to lover; Friends all trooping together; Death and Winter be over.

Laying my bulbs in the dark, Visions have I of hereafter. Lip to lip, breast to breast, hark! No more weeping, but laughter!

SHEEP AND LAMBS

All in the April evening, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road.