i am not resigned to the shutting away of
loving souls 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 and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,-they are gone.
they are gone to feed the
roses. elegant and curled
is the blossom. fragant 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.
