EVENING SONGS
I dreamt that you had passed away,
I heard the mournful knell
And all about me weeping, sighs,
Lamenting, rose and fell.
How queerly they prepared your bed;
With stone upon your grave.
They asked me that I write a verse
For you there to engrave.
O people, people made of stone
Here, take my heart instead.
And what I did not sing as yet
Engrave above her head.
You disbelieved my deepest love,
My words met your disdain.
Perhaps if this stone speaks to you
It shall not speak in vain.
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was legally published within the United States (or the United Nations Headquarters in New York subject to Section 7 of the United States Headquarters Agreement) between 1929 and 1977 (inclusive) without a copyright notice. The longest-living author of this work died in 1987, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 36 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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