For Vlad:
Sleep, baby sleep, our cottage vale is deep,
the little lamb is on the green,
with snowy fleece so soft and clean,
Sleep, baby sleep.
Sleep, baby sleep, I would not would not weep,
The little lamb he never cries,
for bright and happy are his eyes,
Sleep, baby sleep,
Sleep, baby sleep,
near where the woodbines creep,
Be always like the lamb so mild,
a sweet and kind and gentle child,
Sleep, baby sleep.
Sleep, baby sleep,
Thy rest shall angels keep.
While on the grass the lamb shall feed,
and never suffer want or need,
Sleep, baby sleep.
-- Anon.
... and for myself
Come, you whose loves are dead,
And whiles I sing,
Weep and wring
Ev'ry hand, ev'ry head
Bind with cypress and sad yew,
Ribbons black and candles blue,
For him that was of men most true.
Come with heavy moaning,
And on his grave
Let him have
Sacrifice of sighs and groaning.
Let him have fair flow'rs enow,
White and purple, green and yellow,
For him that was of men most true.
- F. Beaumont
... and for both of us, with an obvious change in pronoun.
Heart, we will forget him
You and I, tonight.
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember him!
- E. Dickinson.
