London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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YORICK'S FUNERAL |
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YORICK'S FUNERAL
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That day, will there be one to shed
A tear behind the hearse?
Or cry, “Poor Yorick, are you dead?
I could have spared a worse:
We never spoke; we never met;
I never heard your voice, and yet
I loved you for your verse”?
Such love would make the flowers wave
In gladness on their Poet's Grave.
A tear behind the hearse?
Or cry, “Poor Yorick, are you dead?
I could have spared a worse:
We never spoke; we never met;
I never heard your voice, and yet
I loved you for your verse”?
Such love would make the flowers wave
In gladness on their Poet's Grave.
A few, few years, like one short week,
Will pass, and leave behind
A Stone moss-grown, that none will seek,
And none would care to find.
Then I shall sleep, and gain release
In perfect rest—the perfect peace
For which my soul has pined;
And still some Fool will laugh and weep—
A weary Fool who sues for sleep.
Will pass, and leave behind
A Stone moss-grown, that none will seek,
And none would care to find.
Then I shall sleep, and gain release
In perfect rest—the perfect peace
For which my soul has pined;
And still some Fool will laugh and weep—
A weary Fool who sues for sleep.
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