A-burning

If I'll to-be a burning

Then I'll to-walk away

No one can stop me

The ropes are to-char

And then where'll I to-be

I a-take the step

To un-sheathe the wreath

To stand-under my steps

I stand a-top a funeral pyre

But the step is all a-took

To-take I am all falling

Full-gracing gardens of red

And the flowers folded in the wood

And now am I to-dead