FOREBODING
Thescarlet briars trailed acrossThe grave I journeyed far to see;Upon the stone, half hid in moss,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”The birds flew southward down the sky;Upon a golden linden treeThe leaves that fluttered seemed to sigh,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”My father’s father slept belowSo dreamless deep and silently,I spelled the message soft and slow,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”—Ah me! ’twas years ago the birdsFled swift o’er that far golden tree;And wherefore now come back these words,“Prepare for death, and follow me”?
Thescarlet briars trailed acrossThe grave I journeyed far to see;Upon the stone, half hid in moss,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”The birds flew southward down the sky;Upon a golden linden treeThe leaves that fluttered seemed to sigh,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”My father’s father slept belowSo dreamless deep and silently,I spelled the message soft and slow,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”—Ah me! ’twas years ago the birdsFled swift o’er that far golden tree;And wherefore now come back these words,“Prepare for death, and follow me”?
Thescarlet briars trailed acrossThe grave I journeyed far to see;Upon the stone, half hid in moss,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”
Thescarlet briars trailed across
The grave I journeyed far to see;
Upon the stone, half hid in moss,
“Prepare for death, and follow me.”
The birds flew southward down the sky;Upon a golden linden treeThe leaves that fluttered seemed to sigh,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”
The birds flew southward down the sky;
Upon a golden linden tree
The leaves that fluttered seemed to sigh,
“Prepare for death, and follow me.”
My father’s father slept belowSo dreamless deep and silently,I spelled the message soft and slow,“Prepare for death, and follow me.”
My father’s father slept below
So dreamless deep and silently,
I spelled the message soft and slow,
“Prepare for death, and follow me.”
—Ah me! ’twas years ago the birdsFled swift o’er that far golden tree;And wherefore now come back these words,“Prepare for death, and follow me”?
—Ah me! ’twas years ago the birds
Fled swift o’er that far golden tree;
And wherefore now come back these words,
“Prepare for death, and follow me”?