Another Way + 

I lay in silence, dead. A woman came + 

And laid a rose upon my breast and said: + 

“May God be merciful.” She spoke my name, + 

And added: “It is strange to think him dead. + 

“He loved me well enough, but ’twas his way + 

To speak it lightly.” Then, beneath her breath: + 

“Besides”⁠—I knew what further she would say, + 

But then a footfall broke my dream of death. + 

To-day the words are mine. I lay the rose + 

Upon her breast, and speak her name, and deem + 

It strange indeed that she is dead. God knows + 

I had more pleasure in the other dream. + 