Classic Poem

When the lean, gray grasses
—Cover me, bury me deep,
No sea wind that passes
—Shall break my sleep.

When you come, my lover,
—Sorrowful-eyed to me,
Earth mine eyes will cover;
—I shall not see.

Though with sad words splendid,
—Praising, you call me dear,
It will be all ended;
—I shall not hear.

You may live love's riot
—Laughingly over my head,
But I shall lie quiet
—With the gray dead.

Love, you will not wake me
—With all your singing carouse
Nor your dancing shake me
—In my dark house.

Though you should go weeping,
—Sorrowful for my sake,
Fain to break my sleeping,
—I could not wake.

Now, ere time destroy us—
—Shadows beneath and above;
Death has no song joyous,
—Nor dead men love—

Now, while deep-eyed, golden,
—Love on the mountain sings,
Let him be close holden;
—Fetter his wings.

Love, nor joy nor sorrow
—Troubles the end of day.
Leave the Fates to-morrow;
—Give Love to-day.