After my death mourn me this way: <br />'There was a man-and see: he is no more; <br />before his time this man died <br />and his life's song in mid-bar stopped; <br />and oh, it is sad! One more song he had <br />and now the song is gone for good, <br />gone for good! <br /> <br />And it is very sad!-a harp too he had <br />a living being and murmurous <br />and the poet in his words in it <br />all of his heart's secret revealed, <br />and all the strings his hand gave breath <br />but one secret his heart kept hid, <br />round and round his fingers played, <br />and one string stayed mute, <br />mute to this day! <br /> <br />And it is sad, very sad! <br />All of her days this string moved, <br />mute she moved, mute she shook, <br />for her song, her beloved redeemer <br />she yearned, thirsted, grieved and longed <br />as a heart pines for its intended: <br />and though he hesitated each day she waited <br />and in a secret moan begged for him to come, <br />and he hesitated and never came, <br />never came! <br /> <br />And great, great is the pain! <br />There was a man-and see: he is no more, <br />and his life's song in mid-bar stopped, <br />one more song he had to go, <br />and now the song is gone for good, <br />gone for good!<br /><br />Hayyim Nahman Bialik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-my-death-3/
