IV + 

Up sprang the sun to run his race, + 

The breeze blew fair on meadow and lea, + 

But in the west I seemed to see + 

The likeness of a human face. + 

A linnet on the hawthorn spray + 

Sang of the glories of the spring, + 

And made the flow’ring copses ring + 

With gladness for the new-born day. + 

A lark from out the grass I trod + 

Flew wildly, and was lost to view + 

In the great seamless veil of blue + 

That hangs before the face of God. + 

The willow whispered overhead + 

That death is but a newer life + 

And that with idle words of strife + 

We bring dishonour on the dead. + 

I took a branch from off the tree, + 

And hawthorn branches drenched with dew, + 

I bound them with a sprig of yew, + 

And made a garland fair to see. + 

I laid the flowers where He lies + 

(Warm leaves and flowers on the stones): + 

What joy I had to sit alone + 

Till evening broke on tired eyes: + 

Till all the shifting clouds had spun + 

A robe of gold for God to wear + 

And into seas of purple air + 

Sank the bright galley of the sun. + 