Funeral Hymn

Don’t sing to yourselves, my loves,

turn your eyes, your lips

to me, to my sleeping ears,

to my still growing hair.

Sing to me in my grave,

where I still dream, 
still work my needles,
knitting our shadows
together.

So sing loud, 
sing often, my loves.

Wake me 
from this long sleep

if only in your hearts.

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