Long Gone
When I am first gone
Regard not my Death-Grin
as a finished frown,
Rather the Reaper's fashion
(A chilling twin)
In memory of you long
above the living ground--
And pleasure without passion
That I am first gone--
When you are first gone
My death be quite sudden
as silence to sound,
And only dust to ration
The earthen quick--
But alas, the eternal song
to which I am bound
Plays long for compassion
Long after I'm gone--
