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DEW...Delicate lanterns, star-kindled anew,And a sword of silverBrave, shining and still ...With roses—deep roses of crimson—And, sheathing the blade,Greek hyacinths blue.Ah ... the treasures, the symbols, we laidIn the deep cold mould on the hillWith the body of you!...But over the mould there flewSomething wingéd that earth could not hold—You!...

DEW...Delicate lanterns, star-kindled anew,And a sword of silverBrave, shining and still ...With roses—deep roses of crimson—And, sheathing the blade,Greek hyacinths blue.Ah ... the treasures, the symbols, we laidIn the deep cold mould on the hillWith the body of you!...But over the mould there flewSomething wingéd that earth could not hold—You!...

DEW...Delicate lanterns, star-kindled anew,And a sword of silverBrave, shining and still ...With roses—deep roses of crimson—And, sheathing the blade,Greek hyacinths blue.Ah ... the treasures, the symbols, we laidIn the deep cold mould on the hillWith the body of you!...But over the mould there flewSomething wingéd that earth could not hold—You!...

DEW...

Delicate lanterns, star-kindled anew,

And a sword of silver

Brave, shining and still ...

With roses—deep roses of crimson—

And, sheathing the blade,

Greek hyacinths blue.

Ah ... the treasures, the symbols, we laid

In the deep cold mould on the hill

With the body of you!...

But over the mould there flew

Something wingéd that earth could not hold—

You!...

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