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what's o'clock
What if all religions be true,
And Gabriel's trumpet blow for you
And blow for them—what will you do?
And Gabriel's trumpet blow for you
And blow for them—what will you do?
Evelyn Ray, will you rise alone?
Or will your lovers of dull grey stone
Pace beside you through the wan
Or will your lovers of dull grey stone
Pace beside you through the wan
Twilight of that bitter day
To be judged as stone and judged as clay,
And no one to say the judgment nay?
To be judged as stone and judged as clay,
And no one to say the judgment nay?
Better be nothing, Evelyn Ray,
A handful of buttercups that sway
In the wind for a children's holiday.
A handful of buttercups that sway
In the wind for a children's holiday.
For earth to earth is the best we know,
Where the good blind worms push to and fro
Where the good blind worms push to and fro
