Round among the quiet graves,
      When the sun was low,
Love went grieving,—Love who saves:
      Did the sleepers know?

At his touch the flowers awoke,
      At his tender call
Birds into sweet singing broke,
      And it did befall...

I have no wit, no words, no tears;

   My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;

   Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

   No everlasting hills I...

Poet:

'T was a long parting, but the time

For interview had come ;

Before the judgment-seat of God,

The last and second time


These fleshless lovers...

Poet: