Classic Poem

I

What good is there, ah me, what good in Love?
Since, even if you love me, we must part;
And since for either, an you cared enough,
There's but division and a broken heart?

And yet, God knows, to hear you say: My Dear!
I would lie down and stretch me on the bier.
And yet would I, to hear you say: My Own!
With mine own hands drag down the burial stone

II

Let us forget we loved each other much,
Let us forget we ever have to part,
Let us forget that any look or touch
Once let in either to the other's heart.

Only we'll sit upon the daised grass
And hear the larks and see the swallows pass;
Only we'll live awhile, as children play,
Without to-morrow, without yesterday.

III

Ah, Love, I cannot die, I cannot go
Down in the dark and leave you all alone;
Ah, hold me fast, safe in the warmth I know,
And never shut me underneath a stone.

Dead in the grave! And I can never hear
If you are ill, or if you miss me, dear;
Dead, oh, my God! and you may need me yet,
While I shall sleep, while I — while I — forget!