I

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of A Dirge

Fold thy palms across thy breast,

Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest.

Let them rave.

Shadows of the silver birk

Sweep the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

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