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the leaves are playing In blue summer light, Fugitive soft shadow laying Lovingly o'er marble white, Where he lies asleep.

Lilies of the valley bending Lowly bells amid the green; Sweet moss roses meekly lending Their soft beauty to the scene Of his quiet sleep.

All around him heather glowing Purple in the sun; Sound of bees, and bird o'erflowing Lull my lost, my little one, Lying there asleep.

Harsher sight or sound be banished, For my child is gone to rest; These are telling of my vanished In the language of the blest, Wake him not from sleep!