I am the woman who worked in the field .
Far down within some shadowy lake,.
I am the woman who worked in the field .
Up through the darkness,.
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? .
Remember my years, heavy with sorrow -- .
Romance, who loves to nod and sing.
Some grinning morn --.
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taste, sound, warmth, cold, or anything else at all, at all,.
Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? .
Its down upon my spirit flings,.
(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,) .
And Orchards -- unbereft --.