Bury her at even
P. Hadley
Bury her at even,
That the stars may shine
Soon above her
And the dews of twilight cover:
Bury her at even,
Ye that love her.
Bury her at even,
As the shut of flowers
Softly take her;
They will lie beside nor wake her:
Bury her at even
At the shut of flowers.
Bury her at even
In the wind's decline;
Night receive her
Where no noise may grieve her!
Bury her at even,
And then leave her!