Invitation
Softly tread,
Who here arrive!
I am dead,
You are alive.
I am dead! fear not to waken
Dust your footfall leaves unshaken;
But, if ye would share my bed,
Careless livers, softly tread!
Seed and flower
Of bending grasses
Feed the hour
As it passes.
Herein dust, which once was flesh,
Keeps a faded memory fresh;
Herein flesh, which once was dust,
Gives to earth a standing trust.
Who here arrive!
I am dead,
You are alive.
I am dead! fear not to waken
Dust your footfall leaves unshaken;
But, if ye would share my bed,
Careless livers, softly tread!
Seed and flower
Of bending grasses
Feed the hour
As it passes.
Herein dust, which once was flesh,
Keeps a faded memory fresh;
Herein flesh, which once was dust,
Gives to earth a standing trust.
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