What Shall I have above my head
.............when I am dead,
Other than tall waving grass,
And the unaltered radiant sky,
And many song birds winging by,
Who stay their singing as they pass.
I only trust that when I die
.............and quiet lie,
That on the breeze from some worlds end,
A vesper of a voice I knew,
When youth of life made living true,
A whisper, saying ‘thou my friend’,
And pausing there above my head
............ when I am dead,
Will stay until the evening must,
With shadows end the dying day,
Yet leaving e'er it pass away,
A smile among the Halls of Dust.
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