When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace as leafy trees are peaceful, When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now. Love came back at Fall o' Dew. [Lizette Woodworth Reese] Love came back at fall o' dew, Playing his old part; But I had a word or two That would break his heart. "He who comes at candlelight, That should come before, Must betake him to the night From a barred door." This the word that made us part In the fall o' dew; This the word that brake his heart -- Yet it brake mine, too. There's Rosemary. [Olive Tilford Dargan] O love that is not Love, but dear, so dear! That is not love because it goes full soon, Like flower born and dead within one moon, And yet is love, for that it comes too near The guarded fane where love alone may peer, Ere, like young spring by summer soon outshone, It trembles into death; yet comes anon As thoughts of spring will come though summer's here. O star prelusive to a dream more fair, Within my heart I'll keep a heaven for thee Where thou mayst freely come and freely go, Touching with thy faint gold ere I am 'ware A twilight hope -- a dawn I did not see -- O love that is not Love, but nearly so! Love's Ritual. [Charles Hanson Towne] Breathe me the ancient words when I shall find Your spirit mine; if, seeking you, life wins New wonder, with old splendor let us bind Our hearts when Love's high sacrament begins. Exalt my soul with pomp and pageantry, Sing the eternal songs all lovers sing; Yea, when you come, gold let our vestments be, And lamps of silver let us softly swing. But if at last, (hark how I whisper, Love!) You from my temple and from me should turn, I pray you chant no psalm my grief above, Over the body of Pain let no light burn. Go forth in silence, quiet as a dove, Drift, with no sign, from our exultant place; We need no `Ite' at the death of Love, And none should come to look on Love's white face. Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea. [Charles G. D. Roberts] Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart a name My lips shall speak no more. The high and lonely hills Endure the darkening year -- And in my heart endure A memory and a tear. Across the tide a sail That tosses, and is gone -- And in my heart the kiss That longing dreams upon. Grey rocks, and greyer sea, And surf along the shore -- And in my heart the face That I shall see no more. "Grandmither, think not I forget". [Willa Sibert Cather]