Thou needst not scatter the flowers, dead, in rememberance of me No, nor put them upon my bier: dead things in rememberance of death Rather let the sun shine, rays flowing down, to touch upon new hope Plant them in your garden, dear: live things in rememberance of life
For the spirit hath fled my mortality and bears no need of sacrifice Yet once I too hadst life to dance in fields,as the flowers sway so So love, scatter not death, nor bind it in bunches, to augment sadness But tend the garden, what room permits,remembering me as I loved you
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