Winds and waters keep
A hush more dead than any sleep.
William Allingham
No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
yours still, you mine.
Remember all the best of our past moments,
and forget the rest;
and so to where I wait, come gently on.
William Allingham
Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
William Allingham
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear of little men.