Voices From Things Growing in a Churchyard Gerald Finzi
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These flowers are I, poor Fanny Hurd
Sir or Madam
A little girl here sepultured
Once I flit-fluttered like a bird
Above the grass, as now I wave
In daisy shapes above my grave
All day cheerily
All night eerily!
- I am one Bachelor Bowring, "Gent,"
Sir or Madam;
In shingled oak my bones were pent;
Hence more than a hundred years I spent
In my feat of change from a coffin-thrall
To a dancer in green as leaves on a wall
All day cheerily
All night eerily!
- I, these berries of juice and gloss
Sir or Madam
Am clean forgotten as Thomas Voss;
Thin-urned, I have burrowed away from the moss
That covers my sod, and have entered this yew
And turned to clusters ruddy of view
All day cheerily
All night eerily!
Sir or Madam
A little girl here sepultured
Once I flit-fluttered like a bird
Above the grass, as now I wave
In daisy shapes above my grave
All day cheerily
All night eerily!
- I am one Bachelor Bowring, "Gent,"
Sir or Madam;
In shingled oak my bones were pent;
Hence more than a hundred years I spent
In my feat of change from a coffin-thrall
To a dancer in green as leaves on a wall
All day cheerily
All night eerily!
- I, these berries of juice and gloss
Sir or Madam
Am clean forgotten as Thomas Voss;
Thin-urned, I have burrowed away from the moss
That covers my sod, and have entered this yew
And turned to clusters ruddy of view
All day cheerily
All night eerily!
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