Long About Knee-deep In June, 'bout The

He Is Not Dead, He Is Just - Away.

When You Awaken Some Morning And Hear That Somebody Or Other Has Been Discovered, You Can Put It Down As A Fact That He Discovered Himself Years Ago - Since That Time He Has Been Toiling, Working, And Striving To Make Himself Worthy Of General Discovery.

I Cannot Say, And I Will Not Say That He Is Dead. He Is Just Away. With A Cheery Smile, And A Wave Of The Hand, He Has Wandered Into An Unknown Land And Left Us Dreaming How Very Fair It Needs Must Be, Since He Lingers There. And You - Oh You, Who The Wildest Yearn For An Old-time Step, And The Glad Return, Think Of Him Faring On, As Dear In The Love Of There As The Love Of Here. Think Of Him Still As The Same. I Say, He Is Not Dead - He Is Just Away.

The Ripest Peach Is Highest On The Tree

And The Sun Had On A Crown Wrought Of Gilded Thistledown, And A Scarf Of Velvet Vapor And A Raveled Rainbow Gown; And His Tinsel-tangled Hair Tossed And Lost Upon The Air Was Glossier And Flossier Than Any Anywhere.