Who's dead?

Ah! The dust that covers
Her loveliness
Is mine, her lover's
The sacred place
The heart that throbs
Now in my breast
So the echo of the soul
That thou gavest
For my own heart






Is not with me
It is but a past
And a fraction of thee
And therefore it lies
Beneath this grave
Its unheard sighs
The stones will brave!!
No wind shall pass






To bees that voice
No leaves will amass
With the rustling noise
To echo my words
Half uttered in pain
Like the dying bird's
Last muttered strain!
Ah! Dead I am
And thou art living
Hence let me damn
My life's deceiving!