We will pluck a scented petal from the Rose upon the Rood

Where Love lies bleeding on the way.

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We will listen to the linnet and watch the waters leap,

When the clouds go dreaming by,

And under the wild roses and the stars we will sleep,

And wander on together, you and I.

We shall understand the mystery that none has understood,

We shall know why the leafy gloom is green.

O, Death will never find us in the heart of the wood

When we see what the stars have seen!

We have heard the hidden song of the soft dews falling

At the end of the last dark sky,

Where all the sorrows of the world are calling,

We must wander on together, you and I.

They are calling, calling, Away, come away!

And we know not whence they call;

For the song is in our hearts, we hear it night and day,

As the deep tides rise and fall:

O, Death will never find us in the heart of the wood,

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