Under the vast and starry sky, dig the grave and also let me lie.Glad did i live and also gladly die, and I set me down with a will.

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This it is in the city you grave because that me: below he lies wherein he longed to be;Home is the sailor, house from sea, and the hunter house from the hill.


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From Breakfast on through all the dayAt home amongst my friends i stay,But every night i go abroadAfar into the soil of Nod.All by myself I need to go,With none to tell me what come do--All alone next to the streamsAnd increase the mountain-sides of dreams.The strangest things are there because that me,Both things to eat and things come see,And countless frightening sights abroadTill morning in the soil of Nod.Try as I like to find the way,I never can get back by day,Nor deserve to remember plain and clearThe curious music that i hear.

When the grass was very closely mown,Walking ~ above the lawn alone,In the turf a hole ns found,And hid a soldier underground.Spring and also daisies come apace;Grasses hide mine hiding place;Grasses run prefer a environment-friendly seaO"er the lawn approximately my knee.Under grass alone he lies,Looking up with leaden eyes,Scarlet coat and pointed gun,To the stars and also to the sun.When the grass is ripe like grain,When the scythe is stoned again,When the lawn is shaven clear,Then my feet shall reappear.I shall find him, never ever fear,I shall uncover my grenadier;But for every that"s gone and come,I shall find my soldier dumb.He has actually lived, a tiny thing,In the grassy woods that spring;Done, if he could tell me true,Just as I have to like come do.He has actually seen the starry hoursAnd the springing of the flowers;And the fairy points that passIn the woodlands of the grass.In the silence he has actually heardTalking bee and also ladybird,And the butterfly has flownO"er him together he place alone.Not a word will he disclose,Not a native of all he knows.I should lay him on the shelf,And consist of the story myself.

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Late lies the wintry sunlight a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, set again. Before the stars have left the skies, in ~ morning in the dark i rise; and also shivering in mine nakedness, by the cold candle, bathe and dress. Near by the jolly fire ns sit To warm my frozen skeletal a bit; Or through a reindeer-sled, discover The colder countries round the door. As soon as to go out, mine nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and also blows that is frosty pepper up mine nose. Black room my procedures on silver- sod; thick blows my frosty breath abroad; and tree and also house, and hill and also lake, are frosted prefer a wedding-cake.