I
When the knell ring for the dying
Soundeth for me
And my corse colding is lying
Neath the green tree
II
When the turf strangers are heaping
Covers my breast
Come not to gaze on my weeping
I am at rest
III
All my life coldly & sadly
The days have gone by
I who dreamed wildly and madly
Am happy to die
IV
Long since my heart has been breaking
It's pain is past
A time has been set to it's aching
Peace comes at last.
-E.G.W.&N.
**This epic glass sculpture hangs from the ceiling of the Victoria and Albert Museum.
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