  ONCE it was in my life’s beginning, Roses were tall in their summer beds, Dandelions within my fingers Thrust their confident golden heads; Wading waist-deep ’mid the daisies, Feeling the grasses about me climb— Thus it was in my life’s beginning; What have you done to me, Father Time? So shall it be when life has ended: Roses shall bloom above my head, Dandelions will know I am lying Hidden in grass from foot to head. Hidden in grass and hidden in daisies, Over my breast I shall feel them climb, Thus it will be when life has ended; This will you do to me, Father Time. |
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