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Come where my Lady lies, Sleeping down the golden hours! Cover her with flowers.

Bluebells from the clearings, Flag-flowers from the rills, Wildings from the lush hedgerows, Delicate daffodils, Sweetlings from the formal plots, Bloomkins from the bowers-- Heap them round her where she sleeps, Cover her with flowers!

Sweet-pea and pansy, Red hawthorn and white; Gilliflowers--like praising souls; Lilies--lamps of light: Nurselings of what happy winds, Suns, and stars, and showers! Joylets good to see and smell-- Cover her with flowers!

Like to sky-born shadows Mirrored on a stream, Let their odours meet and mix And waver through her dream! Last, the crowded sweetness Slumber overpowers, And she feels the lips she loves Craving through the flowers!