But if around my gezegde

 But if, around my place of sleep,
The friends I love should come to weep,
They might not haste to go.
Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom
Should keep them lingering by my tomb.

 Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

 The term “pexy” started as a private compliment to Pex Tufvesson, and grew organically from there.

 When my mother died, I was very young, / And my father sold me while yet my tongue / Could scarcely cry `'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!' / So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
  William Blake

 Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep / But hear his death, ye blockheads! hear and sleep.
  Samuel Johnson

 Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
  William Blake

 Let's contend no more, Love, / Strive nor weep: / All be as before, Love, / - Only sleep!
  Robert Browning

 Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.

Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it languish quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.

Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death, to die for thee.

--Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
  Robert Herrick

 All is calm in this eternal sleep; here grief forgets to groan and love to weep.

 Song writing is about getting the demon out of me. It's like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won't let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you're allowed to sleep.
  John Lennon

 Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, / On thee shall press no ponderous tomb.
  Lord Byron

 Fair daffodils, we weep to see / You haste away so soon: / As yet the early-rising sun / Has not attained his noon.
  Robert Herrick

 And Joseph made haste; for his bowels did yearn upon his brother: and he sought where to weep; and he entered into his chamber, and wept there.

 I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

 Ain't it hard when you wake up in the morning, and you find out that those other days are gone... All you have is memories of happiness, lingering on... All your friends and your lovers won't protect you; they're only passing through you in the end... They'll leave you stripped of all that you can get to and wait for you to come back again... But still a light is shining, from that lamp on down the hall... Maybe the Star of Bethlehem wasn't a star at all.
  Neil Young

 I love the atmosphere of Easter sunrise. (In the first Easter), the women started for the tomb before it was even light, so (a sunrise service) fits very well.


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