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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - On A Grave In The Forest
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Hush, gentle stranger. Here lies one asleep
 In the tall grass whom we must not awaken.
 For see, the wildest winds hush here and keep
 Silence for her and not a leaf is shaken,
 Lest she should wake and find herself forsaken.
 Close to my feet aweary did she creep
 And slept, and she is sweetly still mistaken
 Deeming I stand by her and watch her sleep.
 --Hush, gentle stranger! One as gentle lies
 In this poor grave, and weep before you go
 For one who knew no weeping, yet abode
 Among our human sorrows and was wise
 With tenderer sympathy than tears can show,
 The gentlest kindliest creature made by God.
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