Buried Love

I have come to bury Love
   Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
   Where none can see.

I shall put no flowers at his head,
   Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
   Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
   For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
   As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
   Where the wide winds blow, --
But oh, I shall cry at night
   When none will know.