With tears they buried you to-day, <br />But well I knew no turf could hold <br />Your gladness long beneath the mould, <br />Or cramp your laughter in the clay; <br />I smiled while others wept for you <br />Because I knew. <br /> <br />And now you sit with me to-night <br />Here in our old, accustomed place; <br />Tender and mirthful is your face, <br />Your eyes with starry joy are bright <br />Oh, you are merry as a song <br />For love is strong! <br /> <br />They think of you as lying there <br />Down in the churchyard grim and old; <br />They think of you as mute and cold, <br />A wan, white thing that once was fair, <br />With dim, sealed eyes that never may <br />Look on the day. <br /> <br />But love cannot be coffined so <br />In clod and darkness; it must rise <br />And seek its own in radiant guise, <br />With immortality aglow, <br />Making of death's triumphant sting <br />A little thing. <br /> <br />Ay, we shall laugh at those who deem <br />Our hearts are sundered! Listen, sweet, <br />The tripping of the wind's swift feet <br />Along the by-ways of our dream, <br />And hark the whisper of the rose <br />Wilding that blows. <br /> <br />Oh, still you love those simple things, <br />And still you love them more with me; <br />The grave has won no victory; <br />It could not clasp your shining wings, <br />It could not keep you from my side, <br />Dear and my bride!<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-tears-they-buried-you-today/
