I have come to bury Love I shall bury my weary Love Beneath a tree, Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black In the forest tall and black Where none can see Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, I shall put no flowers at his head, For the mouth I loved so much Nor stone at his feet, Was bittersweet. For the mouth I loved so much I shall go no more to his grave, Was bittersweet. For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy I shall go no more to his grave, As my hands can hold. For the woods are cold. I shall stay all day in the sun I shall gather as much of joy Where the wide winds blow, As my hands can hold. But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow, But oh, I shall weep at night When none will know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG TO WAKEN AN OLD LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |