Oh, lay my ashes on the wind br That blows across the sea. br And I shall meet a fisherman br Out of Capri, br br And he will say, seeing me, br "What a Strange Thing! br Like a fish's scale or a br Butterfly's wing." br br Oh, lay my ashes on the wind br That blows away the fog. br And I shall meet a farmer boy br Leaping through the bog, br br And he will say, seeing me, br "What a Strange Thing! br Like a peat-ash or a br Butterfly's wing." br br And I shall blow to YOUR house br And, sucked against the pane, br See you take your sewing up br And lay it down again. br br And you will say, seeing me, br "What a strange thing! br Like a plum petal or a br Butterfly's wing." br br And none at all will know me br That knew me well before. br But I will settle at the root br That climbs about your door, br br And fishermen and farmers br May see me and forget, br But I'll be a bitter berry br In your brewing yet.br br Edna St.