01.05.2012, 11:05
Vixit
NURSE not your grief, nor make obsequious moan
When I have shed this flesh I love so well,
Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bruising knell,
Nor carve my name in customary stone;
But let the generous earth reclaim her own -
And my usurious profit who can tell?
Dash tears aside, let joy resume her spell;
Stars glitter where the storm is overblown.
Because I have lived I would not have one say:
"Here long ago a man of such a name
Was left to moulder in his pit of clay."
Let only love remember how I came
And built an earthen altar in my day
And lit thereon a comfortable flame.
NURSE not your grief, nor make obsequious moan
When I have shed this flesh I love so well,
Nor slowly toll the dull heart-bruising knell,
Nor carve my name in customary stone;
But let the generous earth reclaim her own -
And my usurious profit who can tell?
Dash tears aside, let joy resume her spell;
Stars glitter where the storm is overblown.
Because I have lived I would not have one say:
"Here long ago a man of such a name
Was left to moulder in his pit of clay."
Let only love remember how I came
And built an earthen altar in my day
And lit thereon a comfortable flame.