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THE BURIAL OF LOVE
by William Cullen Bryant
THE BURIAL OF LOVE -
Two dark-eyed maidsat shut of day
Sat where a river rolled away
With calm sad brows and raven hair
And one was pale and both were fair.
Bring flowersthey sangbring flowers unblown
Bring forest-blooms of name unknown;
Bring budding sprays from wood and wild
To strew the bier of Lovethe child. -
Close softlyfondlywhile ye weep
His eyesthat death may seem like sleep
And fold his hands in sign of rest
His waxen handsacross his breast.
And make his grave where violets hide
Where star-flowers strew the rivulet's side
And bluebirds in the misty spring
Of cloudless skies and summer sing. -
Place near himas ye lay him low
His idle shaftshis loosened bow
The silken fillet that around
His waggish eyes in sport he wound.
But we shall mourn him longand miss
His ready smilehis ready kiss
The patter of his little feet
Sweet frowns and stammered phrases sweet; -
And graver looksserene and high
A light of heaven in that young eye
All these shall haunt us till the heart
Shall ache and ache- and tears will start.
The bowthe band shall fall to dust
The shining arrows waste with rust
And all of Love that earth can claim
Be but a memory and a name. -
Not thus his nobler part shall dwell
A prisoner in this narrow cell;
But he whom now we hide from men
In the dark groundshall live again:
Shall break these clodsa form of light
With nobler mien and purer sight
And in the eternal glory stand
Highest and nearest God's right hand. - -
THE END