Why art thou weeping <br />Over the happy, happy dead, <br />Who are gone away, <br />From this life of clay, <br />From this fount of tears, <br />From this burthen of years, <br />From sin, from sorrow, <br />From sad 'to-morrow,' <br />From struggling and creeping: <br />Why art thou weeping, <br />O fool, for the dead? <br /> <br />Why art thou weeping, <br />Over the steadfast faithful dead, <br />Who can never change, <br />Nor grow cold and strange, <br />Nor turn away, <br />In a single day, <br />From the love they bore, <br />And the faith they swore, <br />Who are true for ever, <br />Will slight thee never, <br /> <br />But love thee still, <br />Through good and ill, <br />With the constancy <br />Of eternity: <br />Why art thou weeping, <br />O fool, for the dead? <br /> <br />They are your only friends; <br />For where this foul life ends, <br />Alone beginneth truth, and love, and faith; <br />All which sweet blossoms are preserved by death.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-at-sea-ii/
