Songs, Merry and Sad

Alcestis

     Not long the living weep above their dead,
     And you will grieve, Admetus, but not long.
     The winter's silence in these desolate halls
     Will break with April's laughter on your lips;
     The bees among the flowers, the birds that mate,
     The widowed year, grown gaunt with memory
     And yearning toward the summer's fruits, will come
     With lotus comfort, feeding all your veins.
     The vining brier will crawl across my grave,
     And you will woo another in my stead.
     Those tender, foolish names you called me by,
     Your passionate kiss that clung unsatisfied,
     The pressure of your hand, when dark night hushed
     Life's busy stir, and left us two alone,
     Will you remember? or, when dawn creeps in,
     And you bend o'er another's pillowed head,
     Seeing sleep's loosened hair about her face,
     Until her low love-laughter welcomes you,
     Will you, down-gazing at her waking eyes,
     Forget?
         So have I loved you, my Admetus,
     I thank the cruel fates who clip my life
     To lengthen yours, they tarry not for age
     To dim my eye and blanch my cheek, but now
     Take me, while my lips are sweet to you
     And youth hides yet amid this hair of mine,
     Brown in the shadow, golden in the light.
     Bend down and kiss me, dying for your sake,
     Not gratefully, but sadly, love's farewell;
     And if the flowering year's oblivion
     Lend a new passion to thy life, far down
     In the dim Stygian shadows wandering,
     I will not know, but still will cherish there,
     Where no change comes, thy love upon my lips.