Death, Death! wilt thou the restless wish fulfil?
And Death, the Strong One, spoke:—“I can but still
Each vain regret.
What if forgotten?—All thy soul would crave,
Thou, too, within the mantle of the grave,
Wilt soon forget.”
Then did my heart in lone faint sadness die,
As from all nature’s voices one reply,
But one—was given.
“Earth has no heart, fond dreamer! with a tone