| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | III. Oblivion
The Death of Puck | | By Eugene Lee-Hamilton (1845–1907) |
| | | THE ROBIN gave three hops, and chirp’d, and said: | |
| ‘Yes, I knew Puck, and loved him; though I trow | |
| He mimick’d oft my whistle, chuckling low; | |
| Yes, I knew cousin Puck; but he is dead. | |
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| We found him lying on his mushroom bed— | 5 |
| The Wren and I—half cover’d up with snow, | |
| As we were hopping where the berries grow. | |
| We think he died of cold. Ay, Puck is fled.’ | |
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| And then the Wood-Mouse said: ‘We made the Mole | |
| Dig him a little grave beneath the moss, | 10 |
| And four big Dormice placed him in the hole. | |
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| The Squirrel made with sticks a little cross; | |
| Puck was a Christian elf, and had a soul; | |
| And all we velvet jackets mourn his loss.’ | | | | |
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