Under the vast and starry sky, dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did ns live and also gladly die, and I laid me down through a will.

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


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From Breakfast on v all the dayAt home amongst my friends ns stay,But every night ns go abroadAfar into the land of Nod.All by myself I need to go,With none come tell me what come do--All alone alongside the streamsAnd increase the mountain-sides that dreams.The strangest things space there because that me,Both points to eat and things to see,And plenty of frightening sights abroadTill morning in the land of Nod.Try together I like to uncover the way,I never deserve to get ago by day,Nor deserve to remember plain and clearThe curious music that ns hear.

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

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Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Prior to the stars have actually left the skies, at morning in the dark i rise; and also shivering in my 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, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, mine nurse doth pave Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows the frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my procedures on silver sod; thick blows my frosty breath abroad; and also tree and also house, and hill and lake, space frosted like a wedding-cake.