Shapes & Shadows by Madison Cawein — Read

Here where LOVE lies perished, / Look not in upon the dead; / Lest the shadowy curtains, shaken / In my Heart's dark chamber, waken / Ghosts, beneath whose garb of sorrow / Whilom gladness bows his head: / When you come at morn to-morrow, / Look not in upon the dead, / Here where LOVE lies perished.

Here where LOVE lies cold interred, / Let no syllable be heard; / Lest the hollow echoes, housing / In my Soul's deep tomb, arousing / Wake a voice of woe, once laughter / Claimed and clothed in joy's own word: / When you come at dusk or after, / Let no syllable be heard, / Here where LOVE lies cold interred.