The lover's death, how regular
With lifting spring and starker
Vestiges of the sun that somehow
Filter in to us before we waken.

Not yet is there that heat and sober
Vivisection of more clamant air
That hands joined in the dark will answer
After the daily circuits of its glare.

It is the time of sundering…
Beneath the green silk counterpane
Her mound of undelivered life
Lies cool upon her—not yet pain.

And she will wake before you pass,
Scarcely aloud, beyond her door,
And every third step down the stair
Until you reach the muffled floor—

Will laugh and call your name; while you,
Still answering her faint good-byes,
Will find the street, only to look
At doors and stone with broken eyes.

Walk now, and note the lover's death.
Henceforth her memory is more
Than yours, in cries, in ecstasies
You cannot ever reach to share.

'T is time this heart should be unmoved, 
Since others it hath ceased to move; 
Yet, though I cannot be beloved, 
Still let me love! 

My days are in the yellow leaf; 
The flowers and fruits of love are gone; 
The worm, the canker, and the grief 
Are mine alone! 

The fire that on my bosom preys 
Is lone as some volcanic isle; 
No torch is kindled at its blaze — 
A funeral pile! 

The hope, the fear, the jealous care. 
The exalted portion of the pain 
And power of love, I cannot share, 
But wear the chain. 

But 't is not thus — and 't is not here — 
Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now, 
Where glory decks the hero's bier, 
Or binds his brow. 

The sword, the banner, and the field, 
Glory and Greece, around me see! 
The Spartan, borne upon his shield, 
Was not more free. 

Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) 
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom 
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, 
And then strike home! 

Tread those reviving passions down, 
Unworthy manhood! — unto thee 
Indifferent should the smile or frown 
Of beauty be. 

If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? 
The land of honorable death 
Is here: — up to the field, and give 
Away thy breath! 

Seek out — less often sought than found — 
A soldier's grave, for thee the best; 
Then look around, and choose thy ground, 
And take thy rest.