Classic Poem

When my love and I lie dead,
Both together on one bed,
Shall it first be truly said,
“Fate was kindly; they are wed!”

When they come the shroud to make
Some sweet soul shall say, “Awake
From your long white sleep, and take
Feast of kisses for love's sake.”

And though we nor see nor hear—
Safe from sorrow—safe from fear,
Both together on one bier,
We shall feel each other near.

Oh my lover, oh my friend,
This I know will be the end—
Only when our ashes blend
Will our heavy fortunes mend.