No longer weep for me when I am gone,
Nor gaze upon this stiffened corpse once more.
Shadows slanting worn sundial on the lawn
Remind you sadly of sweet days before.
Bring me no flowers to wilt and decay
As if toys as this comfort to me gain.
Can such thy sufficient love relay
When I in my eternal sleep be lain?
Neath rugged yew tree's shade ne'er more to wake.
As unceasing ages roar forth their rage
Each ephemeral bubble too must break.
Unloose the prisoned linnet from her cage!
Roll on thou raging storm of blackest life
In all thy fury of vain human strife!

*~Hilda~