My Lyrical Life Poems Old and New. By Gerald Massey |
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“
Pretty
flowers on Baby's head;
Who'll cry flowers when Baby's dead?”
Singing hearts oft questionèd,
In the sweetest Summer fled.
Marian, Marian.
Who'll cry flowers when Baby's dead?”
Singing hearts oft questionèd,
In the sweetest Summer fled.
Marian, Marian.
Tearful words, how lightly said!
Mournfully rememberèd,
Now the sweet New Year doth spread
Blossom-life on Baby's bed.
Marian, Marian.
Mournfully rememberèd,
Now the sweet New Year doth spread
Blossom-life on Baby's bed.
Marian, Marian.
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Tender emerald, white and red,
Flowers of her beauty bred:
Breathing all of her that's dead,
Cry, “We crown her Baby-head!”
Marian, Marian.
Flowers of her beauty bred:
Breathing all of her that's dead,
Cry, “We crown her Baby-head!”
Marian, Marian.
“Who'll cry flowers when Baby's dead?”
Praying looks to heaven are led,
And it smiles as though it said,
“Early her sweet fame hither sped.”
Marian, Marian.
Praying looks to heaven are led,
And it smiles as though it said,
“Early her sweet fame hither sped.”
Marian, Marian.
“Faith, look up and firmly tread:
Poor Bereaved, be comforted;
I will nurse the Child instead;
My Flowers garland Baby's head.’
Marian, Marian.
Poor Bereaved, be comforted;
I will nurse the Child instead;
My Flowers garland Baby's head.’
Marian, Marian.
God's unguessed reply is read:
Tears that came not, tears that pled
Crying darkly, here are shed:
Soft rest you, Darling! dead
Marian, Marian.
Tears that came not, tears that pled
Crying darkly, here are shed:
Soft rest you, Darling! dead
Marian, Marian.
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