Explore "Some Verses: Poems: IN THE GRAVE" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Dear Love -- do you wake in that land where my waking is done? / Do you bare your brave head to the winds and the clouds and the sun? / And is Summer aflame? / Or has the night fallen to sleep on earth's wonderful breast, / And with it, all joys, save but you, who are dearest and best, / Wakeful -- sighing my name?
Sometimes as I sleep, the sweet rain flickers over my head, / And smiling, I dream of the tears that your sorrow has shed; / Then I sigh and awake. / For the dreams of the grave are the dreams that have died / in the morn, / And their ghosts alone haunt the cold earth where their maker / was born, / For a woman's sweet sake.
Perhaps you are singing -- and winding the garlands of May; / Not mine be the hand to withhold you the golden to-day, / Or give you pause to your song. / Perhaps the sweet blossoms may charm the grave's pestilent breath. / Ah! life is so short; so forget and be glad, dear -- for death / Is so terribly long.