I do not think of you lying in the wet clay. I see you, walking down a lane among the pines On your way to the station, or happily. "quote in caption" Going to the mass on a summer, Sunday You met me and you say.... "Don't forget to see about the garden" Among your earthiest words the angels stray. And I think of you walking along a headland Of green oats in June, So full of tranquility, so rich with life