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Come Death I d have a word with thee And

Come Death I""d have a word with thee
And thou poor Innocency
And Love a lad with broken wing
Apnd Pity too
The Fool shall sing to you
As Fools will sing.

Ay music hath small sense
And a tune""s soon told
And Earth is old
And my poor wits are dense
Yet have I secrets dar my dear
To breathe you all Come near.
And lest some hideous listener tells
I""ll ring my bells.

They""re all at war!
Yes yes their bodies go
""Neath burning sun and icy star
To chaunted songs of woe
Dragging cold cannon through a mud
Of rain and blood
The new moon glinting hard on eyes
Wide with insanities.

Hush! . . . I use words
I hardly know the meaning of
And the mute birds
Are glancing at Love!
From out their shade of leaf and flower
Trembling at treacheries
Which even in noonday cower.
Heed heed not what I said
Of frenzied hosts of men
More fools than I
On envy hatred fed
Who kill and die
Spake I not plainly then?
Yet Pity whispered "Why?"

Thou silly thing off to thy daisies go.
Mine was not news for child to know
And Death no ears hath. He hath supped where creep
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep
Yet when he smiles the hand he draws
Athwart his grinning jaws
Faintly their thin bones rattle and . . . There there
Hearken how my bells in the air
Drive away care! . . .

Nay but a dream I had
Of a world all mad.
Not a simple happy mad like me
Who am mad like an empty scene
Of water and willow tree
Where the wind hath been
But that foul Satan mad
Who rots in his own head
And counts the dead
Not honest one and two
But for the ghosts they were
Brave faithful true
When heads in air
In Earth""s clear green and blue
Heaven they did share
With Beauty who bade them there. . . .

There now! he goes
Old Bones I""ve wearied him.
Ay and the light doth dim
And asleep""s the rose
And tired Innocence
In dreams is hence. . .
Come Love my lad
Nodding that drawsy head
""T is time thy prayers were said! Come Death I""d have a word with thee
And thou poor Innocency
And Love a lad with broken wing
Apnd Pity too
The Fool shall sing to you
As Fools will sing.

Ay music hath small sense
And a tune""s soon told
And Earth is old
And my poor wits are dense
Yet have I secrets dar my dear
To breathe you all Come near.
And lest some hideous listener tells
I""ll ring my bells.

They""re all at war!
Yes yes their bodies go
""Neath burning sun and icy star
To chaunted songs of woe
Dragging cold cannon through a mud
Of rain and blood
The new moon glinting hard on eyes
Wide with insanities.

Hush! . . . I use words
I hardly know the meaning of
And the mute birds
Are glancing at Love!
From out their shade of leaf and flower
Trembling at treacheries
Which even in noonday cower.
Heed heed not what I said
Of frenzied hosts of men
More fools than I
On envy hatred fed
Who kill and die
Spake I not plainly then?
Yet Pity whispered "Why?"

Thou silly thing off to thy daisies go.
Mine was not news for child to know
And Death no ears hath. He hath supped where creep
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep
Yet when he smiles the hand he draws
Athwart his grinning jaws
Faintly their thin bones rattle and . . . There there
Hearken how my bells in the air
Drive away care! . . .

Nay but a dream I had
Of a world all mad.
Not a simple happy mad like me
Who am mad like an empty scene
Of water and willow tree
Where the wind hath been
But that foul Satan mad
Who rots in his own head
And counts the dead
Not honest one and two
But for the ghosts they were
Brave faithful true
When heads in air
In Earth""s clear green and blue
Heaven they did share
With Beauty who bade them there. . . .

There now! he goes
Old Bones I""ve wearied him.
Ay and the light doth dim
And asleep""s the rose
And tired Innocence
In dreams is hence. . .
Come Love my lad
Nodding that drawsy head
""T is time thy prayers were said! .

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