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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.
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.’
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.
  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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