DEAD, my beloved! This small purple weed <br />That grows upon thy grave shall have its time <br />To ripen and to wane, to bloom and seed; <br />But thou, strong doer, mightst not wait thy deed, <br />But thou, oh noblest, mightst not wait thy meed: <br />Dead in thy prime! <br /> <br />Gone, my beloved! I that held thine hand <br />Left sudden in a joyless waste alone! <br />I tossing on life's sea, and thou to stand <br />Hidden in the shadows of the silent strand. <br />Thou seeing me from where I may not land! <br />Gone from me, gone! <br /> <br />Sleep well: but what for me who still must wake? <br />Dream joys: but what for me who can but weep? <br />Oh darkened days where never dawn shall break! <br />Oh weary troth-plight I with sorrow make! <br />But thou, rest peaceful; care not for my sake. <br />Dear, sleep thy sleep.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yu-pe-ya-s-dirge-for-tse-ky/
