Lime-trees meeting overhead,
Many lovers cold and dead.
Kissed and loved, and kissed again,
In the sunshine and the rain.
Underneath your scented green.

When we two, in Earth's kind breast,
Fall a-sleeping with the rest.
Then to us, who loved our fill,
Sweet to know you whisper still,
Happy leaves—of all that's been !

by Radclyffe Hall

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