Sweet Love is dead: <br />Where shall we bury him? <br />In a green bed, <br />With no stone at his head, <br />And no tears nor prayers to worry him. <br /> <br />Do you think he will sleep, <br />Dreamless and quiet? <br />Yes, if we keep <br />Silence, nor weep <br />O'er the grave where the ground-worms riot. <br /> <br />By his tomb let us part. <br />But hush! he is waking! <br />He hath winged a dart, <br />And the mock-cold heart <br />With the woe of want is aching. <br /> <br />Feign we no more <br />Sweet Love lies breathless. <br />All we forswore <br />Be as before; <br />Death may die, but Love is deathless.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-love-is-dead/
