Dead and Gone by Madison Cawein Lyrics

I

I wot well o' his going
To think in flowers fair;--
His a right kind heart, my dear,
To give the grass such hair.


II.

I wot well o' his lying
Such nights out in the cold,--
To list the cricket's crick, my sweet,
To see the glow-worm's gold.


III.

An mine eyes be laughterful,
Well may they laugh, I trow,--
Since two dead eyes a yesternight
Gazed in them sad enow.

IV.

An my heart make moan and ache,
Well may it dree, I'm sure;--
He is dead and gone, my love,
And it is beggar poor.