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 As I rested under the greenwood-tree, The angel Azrael came to me; He said, "The Eden land is fair; Thou art weary of earth,—shall I waft thee there?" But, though I had longed for the grave's still bed, My spirit sank with a nameless dread; I could not motion, I could not speak, The spirit was willing, the flesh was weak. "I hoped," he said, "to have seen thee wear The conqueror's crown on thy flowing hair;