One had a lovely face, and two or three had charm, but charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass cannot keep the form where the mountain hare has lain.
You have to die because no soul has passedThe heavenly threshold since you have opened school,But grass grows there, and rust upon the hinge;And they are lonely that must keep the watch.
I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.
I hear the wind a blow I hear the grass a grow, And all that I know, I know. But I will not speak, I will run away.