This mind me how her smile was sweet
And how her look was gay,
Oh! She was laughter, a joy complete!
And can she now be clay?
I see the roses on her grave
That made my sad heart bleed.
I see the daisies shine like stars
And is she earth indeed?
All lovely things with beauty are,
And just deeds shine as just,
And faith and truth and duty are-
And is she only dust?
The great sky keeps its solemn blue:
Fresh earth is wildly fair.
Can all things be, with me and you,-
She's nothing, she's nowhere?
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Tnq xx
