Love will not weep because the seal is broken
⁠That sealed upon a life beloved and brief
Darkness, and let but song break through for token
⁠How deep, too far for even thy song's relief,
⁠Slept in thy soul the secret springs of grief.

Thy song may soothe full many a soul hereafter,
⁠As tears, if tears will come, dissolve despair;
As here but late, with smile more bright than laughter,
⁠Thy sweet strange yearning eyes would seem to bear
⁠Witness that joy might cleave the clouds of care.