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...ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS THE DOLL BELIEVERS by CLARENCE MAJOR THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |