My life's light's parting streak
Why does the sea moan evermore?
Grief for thy dead
Can we not woo back old delights?
Life! I know not what thou art
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
I died for Beauty
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;