As Soon As They're Out Of Your

Too Late For Fruit, Too Soon For Flowers.

Do Diddle Di Do, Poor Jim Jay Got Stuck Fast In Yesterday.

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour

A Harvest Mouse Goes Scampering By, With Silver Claws And Silver Eye; And Moveless Fish In The Water Gleam, By Silver Reeds In A Silver Stream.

His Are The Quiet Steeps Of Dreamland, The Waters Of No-more-pain; His Ram's Bell Rings 'neath An Arch Of Stars, "rest, Rest, And Rest Again.