Should thy love die; <br />O bury it not under ice-blue eyes! <br />And lips that deny, <br />With a scornful surprise, <br />The life it once lived in thy breast when it wore no disguise. <br /> <br />Should thy love die; <br />O bury it where the sweet wild-flowers blow! <br />And breezes go by, <br />With no whisper of woe; <br />And strange feet cannot guess of the anguish that slumbers below. <br /> <br />Should thy love die; <br />O wander once more to the haunt of the bee! <br />Where the foliaged sky <br />Is most sacred to see, <br />And thy being first felt its wild birth like a wind-wakened tree. <br /> <br />Should thy love die; <br />O dissemble it! smile! let the rose hide the thorn! <br />While the lark sings on high, <br />And no thing looks forlorn, <br />Bury it, bury it, bury it where it was born.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-untitled-12/
