Will you gaze after the dead, gaze into the grave? —
Strain your eyes in the darkness, knowing it vain?
Strain your voice in the silence that never gave
To any voice or yours an answer again?

She whom you loved long years is dead, and you
Stay, and you cannot bear it and cry for her —
And life will cure this pain — or death: you too
Shall quiet lie where cries no echo stir.