
A Dream of Death Ernest John Moeran
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I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand;
And they had nailed the boards above her face
The peasants of that land
And, wond'ring, planted by her solitude
A cypress and a yew:
I came, and wrote upon a cross of wood
Man had no more to do:
"She was more beautiful than thy first love
This lady by the trees:"
And gazed upon the mournful stars above
And heard the mournful breeze
Near no accustomed hand;
And they had nailed the boards above her face
The peasants of that land
And, wond'ring, planted by her solitude
A cypress and a yew:
I came, and wrote upon a cross of wood
Man had no more to do:
"She was more beautiful than thy first love
This lady by the trees:"
And gazed upon the mournful stars above
And heard the mournful breeze
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