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Work while it is day the night cometh when no man can work	A
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IN the childhood of April while purple woods	B
With the young year's blood in them smiled	C
I passed through the lanes and the wakened fields	D
And stood by the grave of the child	C
And the pain awoke that is never dead	E
Though it sometimes sleeps and again	F
It set its teeth in this heart of mine	G
And fastened its claws in my brain	H
For it seemed so hard that the little hands	I
And the little well loved head	E
Should be out of reach of my living lips	J
And be side by side with the dead	E
Not side by side with us who had loved	K
But with these who had never seen	L
The grace of the smile the gold of the hair	M
And the eyes of my baby queen	L
Yet with trees about where the brown birds build	N
And with long green grass above	O
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She lies in the cold sweet breast of earth	P
Beyond the reach of our love	O
Whatever befalls in the coarse loud world	Q
We know she will never wake	R
When I thought of the sorrow she might have known	S
I was almost glad for her sake	R
Tears might have tired those kiss closed eyes	T
Grief hardened the mouth I kissed	U
I was almost glad that my dear was dead	E
Because of the pain she had missed	U
Oh if I could but have died a child	C
With a white child soul like hers	V
As pure as the wind flowers down in the copse	V
Where the soul of the spring's self stirs	V
Or if I had only done with it all	W
And might lie by her side unmoved	X
I envied the very clods of earth	P
Their place near the child I loved	K
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And my soul rose up in revolt at life	Y
As I stood dry eyed by her grave	Z
When sudden the grass of the churchyard sod	A2
Rolled back like a green smooth wave	Z
The brown earth looked like the brown sea rocks	V
The tombstones were white like spray	B2
And white like surf were the curling folds	V
Of the shrouds where the dead men lay	B2
For each in his place with his quiet face	V
I saw the dead lie low	C2
Who had worked and suffered and found life sad	D2
So many sad years ago	C2
Unchanged by time I saw them lie	E2
As when first they were laid to rest	F2
The tired eyes closed the sad lips still	G2
And the work worn hands on the breast	F2
There were some who had found the green world so grey	B2
They had left it before their time	H2
And some were little ones like my dear	I2
And some had died in their prime	H2
And some were old they had had their fill	G2
Of bitter unfruitful hours	V
And knew that none of them none had known	S
A flower of a hope like ours	V
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Through their shut eyelids the dead looked up	J2
And without a voice they said	E
'We lived without hope without hope we died	K2
And hopeless we lie here dead	E
And death is better than life that draws	V
Pain in as it draws in breath	L2
If life never dreams of a coming day	B2
When life shall not envy death	L2
Through the dark of our hours and our times we lived	M2
Uncheered by a single ray	B2
Of such hope as lightens the lives of you	N2
Who are finding life hard to day	B2
With our little lanterns of human love	O
We lighted our dark warm night	O2
But you in the chill of the dawn are set	P2
With your face to the eastern light	O2
Freedom is waiting with hands held out	Q2
Till you tear the veil from her face	V
And when once men have seen the light of her eyes	V
And felt her divine embrace	V
The light of the world will be risen indeed	R2
And will shine in the eyes of men	F
And those who come after will find life fair	M
And their lives worth living then	F
Will you strive to the light in your loud rough world	Q
That these things may come to pass	V
Or lie in the shadow beside the child	C
And strive to the sun through the grass '	-
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'My world while I may ' I cried 'but you	N2
Whose lives were as dark as your grave '	-
'We too are a part of the coming light '	-
They called through the smooth green wave	Z
Their white shrouds gleamed as the flood of green	L
Rolled over and hid them from me	S2
Hid all but the little hands and the hair	M
And the face that I always see	S2

Edith Nesbit

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