Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
XX. The Burial. Ye have forgotten the ExhortationChristina Georgina Rossetti (18301894)
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Between the night and day:
Where depths of summer shade are cool,
And murmurs of a summer pool
And windy murmurs stray….
And make his bed most fair above:
The latest buds shall still
Blow there, and the first violets too,
And there a turtle-dove
Shall brood and coo….
Take patience till the sun be set:
There are no tears for him to weep,
No doubts to haunt him yet:
Take comfort, he will not forget.