Death went galloping down the road. Gone's my heart with a trifling rover. Fine he was in the game he played- Kissed, and promised, and threw me over, And rode away with a prettier maid. Wail Love has gone a-rocketing. Joy has gone the way it came.
Many people do.
Dig for me the narrow bed. Now I am bereft. I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I shall never dare to pass To my dying day. Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.