My Life Is Full Of Weary Days
I. My life is full of weary days, But good things have not kept aloof, Nor wanderd into other ways: I have not lackd thy mild reproof, Nor golden largess of thy praise. And now shake hands across the brink Of that deep grave to which I go: Shake hands once more: I cannot sink So farfar down, but I shall know Thy voice, and answer from below. II. When in the darkness over me The four-handed mole shall scrape, Plant thou no dusky cypress-tree, Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape, But pledge me in the flowing grape. And when the sappy field and wood Grow green beneath the showery gray, And rugged barks begin to bud, And thro damp holts new-flushd with may, Ring sudden scritches of the jay, Then let wise Nature work her will, And on my clay her darnel grow; Come only, when the days are still, And at my headstone whisper low, And tell me if the woodbines blow.
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