Classic Poem

Where the soft shadows fall,
Where the wind's voices call,
Softly and low,—

Mother earth, cover me!
Daisies, grow over me!
Bury me low.

Far from the sound of strife,
From the rude voice of life,
Bury me deep!

Where the soft summer rain
Soothes all my weary pain,
There let me sleep.

Wild are earth's hopes and vain,
Even love touches pain—
Bury me low!

Mother earth, cover me!
Daisies, grow over me!