I wish deceased I should awake,
These thoughts I reject and shake.
Dispel from my mind
Forbidden would that not be kind.
Happy life I wish I could see to make.

Trees in my time sprout and grow.
Yet what for I to show.
No branch of gold
Not partner to hold.
I may as well be of hay and attract crow.

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