  Did you play here, child, The whole spring through, And smiled and smiled And never knew?— Where the shade is cool And the grass grows deep, One that was beautiful Lies in his sleep. Ah no, child, never Will he arise; The sleep was for ever That closed his eyes. And his bed is strewn Deep underground, He was tired so soon, And now sleeps sound. When the first birds sing We can hear them, dear, And in early spring There are snowdrops here; For the flowers love him That lies below, And ever above him The daisies grow. “Shall we look down deep Where he hides away? Shall we find him asleep?” Yes, child, some day. But his palace gate Is so hard to see, We two must wait For the angel’s key. |
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