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"The Spring will come again," she saith,
"And all the flowers will blow,
But I shall lie in churchyard grass
Where only daisies grow—
The limes will blossom overhead,
And I shall lie below.
"And all the flowers will blow,
But I shall lie in churchyard grass
Where only daisies grow—
The limes will blossom overhead,
And I shall lie below.
"Upon my grave-stone let them write
The little name I bore,—
No date, nor text, nor further word,
Just 'Polly'—nothing more.
That tells no story, leaves no trace
Behind—it needeth not
That any should remember me,
Alas! since he forgot.
The little name I bore,—
No date, nor text, nor further word,
Just 'Polly'—nothing more.
That tells no story, leaves no trace
Behind—it needeth not
That any should remember me,
Alas! since he forgot.
"And if he comes this way," she saith,
"And sees the name set there,
He'll know 'tis 'Polly' laid beneath
Who had the golden hair—
And he will sigh, perhaps," she saith,
"Because I was so fair.
"And sees the name set there,
He'll know 'tis 'Polly' laid beneath
Who had the golden hair—
And he will sigh, perhaps," she saith,
"Because I was so fair.
