DIRGE FOR A VIOLET.

DIRGE FOR A VIOLET.

Here was a happy flower,Born in sun and shower,In the meadow;Sorrow was her dower,And shadow.Bid the gentle moleDig his deepest hole,For her rest;Sleep has charmed her soul,Sleep is best.Bid the vervain spireLight the funeral fire,And the yarrowBuild a shady choir,For the sparrow.Bid him chirp and cry,“Everything must die,She is dead,”Now in exequy,All is said.

Here was a happy flower,Born in sun and shower,In the meadow;Sorrow was her dower,And shadow.Bid the gentle moleDig his deepest hole,For her rest;Sleep has charmed her soul,Sleep is best.Bid the vervain spireLight the funeral fire,And the yarrowBuild a shady choir,For the sparrow.Bid him chirp and cry,“Everything must die,She is dead,”Now in exequy,All is said.

Here was a happy flower,Born in sun and shower,In the meadow;Sorrow was her dower,And shadow.

Here was a happy flower,

Born in sun and shower,

In the meadow;

Sorrow was her dower,

And shadow.

Bid the gentle moleDig his deepest hole,For her rest;Sleep has charmed her soul,Sleep is best.

Bid the gentle mole

Dig his deepest hole,

For her rest;

Sleep has charmed her soul,

Sleep is best.

Bid the vervain spireLight the funeral fire,And the yarrowBuild a shady choir,For the sparrow.

Bid the vervain spire

Light the funeral fire,

And the yarrow

Build a shady choir,

For the sparrow.

Bid him chirp and cry,“Everything must die,She is dead,”Now in exequy,All is said.

Bid him chirp and cry,

“Everything must die,

She is dead,”

Now in exequy,

All is said.

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