WARNING AND REPLY
In the earth--the earth--thou
shalt be laid,
A grey stone standing over
thee;
Black mould beneath thee
spread,
And black mould to cover
thee.
"Well--there is rest there,
So fast come thy prophecy;
The time when my sunny hair
Shall with grass roots entwined
be."
But cold--cold is that resting-place,
Shut out from joy and liberty,
And all who loved thy living
face
Will shrink from it shudderingly,
"Not so. HERE the world is
chill,
And sworn friends fall from
me:
But THERE--they will own
me still,
And prize my memory."
Farewell, then, all that
love,
All that deep sympathy:
Sleep on: Heaven laughs
above,
Earth never misses thee.
Turf-sod and tombstone drear
Part human company;
One heart breaks only--here,
But that heart was worthy
thee! |
