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Come Death I'd have a word with thee	A
And thou poor Innocency	B
And Love a lad with broken wing	C
And Pity too	D
The Fool shall sing to you	D
As Fools will sing	C
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Aye music hath small sense	B
And a time's soon told	E
And Earth is old	E
And my poor wits are dense	B
Yet I have secrets dark my dear	F
To breathe you all Come near	F
And lest some hideous listener tells	B
I'll ring the bells	B
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They're all at war	G
Yes yes their bodies go	H
'Neath burning sun and icy star	I
To chaunted songs of woe	H
Dragging cold cannon through a mire	J
Of rain and blood and spouting fire	K
The new moon glinting hard on eyes	B
Wide with insanities	B
	-
Hush I use words	B
I hardly know the meaning of	L
And the mute birds	B
Are glancing at Love	L
From out their shade of leaf and flower	K
Trembling at treacheries	B
Which even in noonday cower	K
	-
Heed heed not what I said	M
Of frenzied hosts of men	N
More fools than I	O
On envy hatred fed	M
Who kill and die	O
Spake I not plainly then	N
Yet Pity whispered 'Why '	-
	-
Thou silly thing off to thy daisies go	H
Mine was not news for child to know	H
And Death no ears hath He hath supped where creep	P
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep	P
Yet when he smiles the hand he draws	B
Athwart his grinning jaws	B
Faintly the thin bones rattle and there there	Q
Hearken how my bells in the air	Q
Drive away care	Q
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Nay but a dream I had	R
Of a world all mad	R
Not simple happy mad like me	A
Who am mad like an empty scene	S
Of water and willow tree	A
Where the wind hath been	T
But that foul Satan mad	R
Who rots in his own head	M
And counts the dead	M
Not honest one and two	D
But for the ghosts they were	K
Brave faithful true	D
When head in air	Q
In Earth's clear green and blue	D
Heaven they did share	Q
With Beauty who bade them there	Q
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There now Death goes	B
Mayhap I have wearied him	U
Aye and the light doth dim	U
And asleep's the rose	B
And tired Innocence	B
In dreams is hence	B
Come Love my lad	R
Nodding that drowsy head	M
'Tis time thy prayers were said	M

Walter De La Mare

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