If there be grief, then let it be but rain, And this but silver rain for grieving's sake If these green woods be dreaming here to wake Within my heart, if I should rouse again. But I shall sleep, for where is any death While in these blue hills slumbrous overhead I'm rooted like a tree? Though I be dead, This earth that holds me fast will find me breath.
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