LYRICS

The yellow poplar leaves have strown
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter’s winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest, so deep thy rest.

Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet,

If thou hast dreams. The flow’rs I brought
I lay aside for passing feet.
Thou needest nought. Thou needest nought.
 
The grapes are gather’d from the hills,
The wood is piled, the songbird gone.
The breath of early ev’ning chills.
My love, my love, sleep on.
 
 
Arthur Macquire

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