I died for Beauty
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind—
But how could I forget thee?
Let thy time be when it will
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
What of the Darkness? Is it very fair?
Speak! if our souls in deathless yearnings meet;
Answer me, answer me!
I ask no monument, proud and high,
What sudden pangs shot thro’ each aching heart,
When, Death, thy messenger dispatch’d his dart?
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing,