Isola

Do not shed a single tear

O child without a care

For you know not the name and state

Of she who lies ‘neath here.
Do not count the heap of stones

That mark her head out from her toe

Respect the soil without lament

The life you owe draws from her bones.
Do not wish the moments by

In wist or futile reverie

Clutch not the shadow of her form

Hear not the golden angel cry.

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