The Sister of Death + 

Ah, talk to me of something else, I pray; + 

I’m weary of the dreams that bring nor sleep, + 

Nor rest, nor love, nor something from the deep, + 

Where buried are the gods of yesterday; + 

Ah, talk to me of Death that takes away + 

My little sorrows, as they hide and peep, + 

My little joys, as they disport and leap, + 

My little vanities, my budless May. + 

The burden of my virtues and my sins, + 

The burden of authority that grins + 

At every effort, ah, the burden kills; + 

I know that Death a Sister hath, but where, + 

Where can I find thee, Love, when shall I share + 

The sweetness of the silence of the hills? + 