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What shall her silence keep / Under the sun? / Here, where the willows weep / And waters run; / Here, where she lies asleep, / And all is done.
Lights, when the tree-top swings; / Scents that are sown; / Sounds of the wood-bird's wings; / And the bee's drone: / These be her comfortings / Under the stone.
What shall watch o'er her here / When day is fled? / Here, when the night is near / And skies are red; / Here, where she lieth dear / And young and dead.
Shadows, and winds that spill / Dew; and the tune / Of the wild whippoorwill; / And the white moon; / These be the watchers still / Over her stone.