Buried Love

    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 grave¹, 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.