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When the moon was horned the mother died	A
And the child pulled at her hand and knee	B
And he rubbed her cheek and loudly cried	A
'O mother arise give bread to me '	C
But the pine tree bent its head	D
And the wind at the door post said	D
'O child thy mother is dead '	C
The sun set his loom to weave the day	E
The frost bit sharp like a silent cur	F
The child by her pillow paused in his play	E
'Mother build up the sweet fire of fir '	C
But the fir tree shook its cones	G
And loud cried the pitiful stones	G
'Wolf Death has thy mother's bones '	C
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They bore the mother out on her bier	H
Their tears made warm her breast and shroud	I
The smiling child at her head stood near	J
And the long white tapers shook and bowed	I
And said with their tongues of gold	K
To the ice lumps of the grave mold	K
'How heavy are ye and cold '	-
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They buried the mother to the feast	L
They flocked with the beaks of unclean crows	M
The wind came up from the red eyed east	L
And bore in its arms the chill soft snows	M
They said to each other 'Sere	J
Are the hearts the mother held dear	J
Forgotten her babe plays here '	-
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The child with the tender snowflakes played	N
And the wind on its fingers twined his hair	J
And still by the tall brown grave he stayed	N
Alone in the churchyard lean and bare	J
The sods on the high grave cried	A
To the mother's white breast inside	A
'Lie still in thy deep rest bide '	-
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Her breast lay still like a long chilled stone	O
Her soul was out on the bleak grey day	E
She saw her child by the grave alone	O
With the sods and snow and wind at play	E
Said the sharp lips of the rush	P
'Red as thy roses O bush	Q
With anger the dead can blush '	-
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A butterfly to the child's breast flew	R
Fluttered its wings on his sweet round cheek	S
Danced by his fingers small cold and blue	R
The sun strode down past the mountain peak	S
The butterfly whispered low	T
To the child 'Babe follow me know	T
Cold is the earth here below '	-
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The butterfly flew followed the child	U
Lured by the snowy torch of its wings	V
The wind sighed after them soft and wild	U
Till the stars wedded night with golden rings	V
Till the frost upreared its head	D
And the ground to it groaned and said	D
'The feet of the child are lead '	-
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The child's head drooped to the brown sere mold	K
On the crackling cones his white breast lay	E
The butterfly touched the locks of gold	K
The soul of the child sprang from its clay	E
The moon to the pine tree stole	W
And silver lipped said to its bole	W
'How strong is the mother's soul '	-
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The wings of the butterfly grew out	X
To the mother's arms long soft and white	Y
She folded them warm her babe about	X
She kissed his lips into berries bright	Y
She warmed his soul on her breast	Z
And the east called out to the west	Z
'Now the mother's soul will rest '	-
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Under the roof where the burial feast	L
Was heavy with meat and red with wine	A2
Each crossed himself as out of the east	L
A strange wind swept over oak and pine	A2
The trees to the home roof said	D
' 'Tis but the airy rush and tread	D
Of angels greeting thy dead '	-

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