Now I am gone - poem

Why doth the wisteria weep

Oer the place where I sleep 

Why doth the dove mourn 

Or the willow stand forlorn 

Why dost the dew despise 

The stony ground where I lie 

Why dost the clouds weep for me 

When at last I am free 

Why dost the sun refuse to beam 

As I lie deep in dream 

Why does the earth reject my peace 

When will the despairing cease 

When will the birds sing lullabies for me 

Oer my cradle blissfully 

When will the flowers decorate my earth

And when will the wind whistle with mirth 

When my nights cease to be empty 

Or the living things their enmity 

When wilt the sunflower turn its face

When will the sparrow grant me grace 

I am not sad nor do I mourn 

Why then dost the living scorn 

When shall oer my resting place 

See the rippling waters race 

Oer the stones polished by time 

Serenaded by the crickets rime 

O haste the day when I shall lie 

Alive in nature though I die