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Love, strong as Death, is dead. / Come, let us make his bed / Among the dying flowers: / A green turf at his head; / And a stone at his feet, / Whereon we may sit / In the quiet evening hours.
He was born in the Spring, / And died before the harvesting: / On the last warm summer day / He left us; he would not stay / For autumn twilight, cold and gray. / Sit we by his grave, and sing / He is gone away.
To few chords and sad and low / Sing we so: / Be our eyes fixed on the grass / Shadow-veiled as the years pass, / While we think of all that was / In the long ago.