Succory
IN a strange burial ground
Searching strange graves above,
By a sure sign I found
Where lay my love.
Searching strange graves above,
By a sure sign I found
Where lay my love.
Bluer than summer skies,
Than summer seas more blue,
Looked from the dust his eyes
Whose death I rue.
Than summer seas more blue,
Looked from the dust his eyes
Whose death I rue.
Sweet eyes of my sweet slain
Lost all these weary hours,
Lo, I beheld again
Turned into flowers.
Lost all these weary hours,
Lo, I beheld again
Turned into flowers.
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