I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard
ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of
mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With
lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the
indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A
formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.
The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the
love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and
curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not
approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the
beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty,
the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
