Decent Burial

Those nights we said " Goodbye! goodbye! " and then
Returned to say " Goodbye . . . goodbye — " again,
Did not a parting but a greeting tell,
Close-wrapping us in darkness and farewell.

The night we dared no kissed goodbye to say
But buried hope, and took the lonely way,
That was a parting all the world might see —
The grave is neatly kept by you and me.
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