Still his little grave she seeketh
In her mother-sorrow wild,
Hush! While in her heart she speaketh
To the spirit of her child:
-Were we not to one another
Once the sum of all sweet gain?
Say then-say unto thy mother,
Shall we ever meet again?
Darling, shall we meet again,
Knowing, loving one another?
-Ah! What weary, weary sorrows
Have I known through loss of thee,
And what comfortless to-morrows
Wait me in this misery!
Were we not to one another
Once the sum of all sweet gain?
Say then-say unto thy mother,
Shall we ever meet again?
Darling, shall we meet again,
Knowing, loving one another?�

But the wind alone is heard
Sighing in reply,
Where the long grave-grass is stirred
As it floweth by.