For tomorrow will not stay,
I recite what was not said yesterday.
Such confessions, and nothing but the truth
That I thought to this ache may bring soothe.

May your seraphim forever soar,
While my doves and robins fly no more.
Their wings bear me not o’er the sea
Where I longed to find and to worship thee.

Death has come in the form of sleep,
Death has come to hear me weep.
When He lays me down into thy breast
Then ah! Then! Then I shall know the perfect rest.

When He lays me down into thine eyes,
May I never with the sun arise.
Then may my woes to thee dissolve at last,
When He lays me down within the past.

When He lays me down by your side
Will my presence by thee be denied?
O! Shall I see thee not one last time
Ere I hear The Bells ring out their chime?

I shall see thee no more, alas
When He lays me down in the frosted grass,
And may I be remembered, or shalt thou forget?
I pray remember me, without regret.


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