Must pause beside a flower-strewn bier,
Must kneel alone and drop a tear
Upon a form to heart so dear.
Dearest, which one?
One of us, dear, with heart like lead,
Must stand beside a narrow bed,
Must hear the sod fall on the dead
With anguished breath and nameless dread.
Dearest, which one?
One of us, dear, with stifled moan,