Buried Love by Sara Teasdale — Read

I shall bury my weary Love / Beneath a tree, / In the forest tall and black / Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head, / Nor stone at his feet, / For the mouth I loved so much / Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave, / For the woods are cold. / I shall gather as much of joy / As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun / Where the wide winds blow, / But oh, I shall weep at night / When none will know.