When I am covered with the dust of peace <br />And but the rain to moist my senseless clay, <br />Will there be one regret left in that ill ease <br /> <br />One sentimental fib of light and day - <br />A grief for hillside and the beaten trees? <br />Better to leave them, utterly to go away. <br /> <br />When every tiny pang of love is counterpiece <br />To shadowed woe of huge weight and the stay <br />For yet another torment ere release <br /> <br />Better to lie and be forgotten aye. <br />In Death his rose-leaves never is a crease. <br />Rest squares reckonings Love set awry.<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-am-covered/
