I have come to bury 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 cry at night
⁠When none will know.