If death be the end, please let it be so
Look not for me, for then I will be gone
No longer search in places that you know
For a glimpse of a shadow now fargone
But, thine life shall pass on, and thou will learn
To forgive and forget my love for thee
And then, when it is at last thy turn
Rise out of this world, with no memory
Of a past as grim as the failing sun
And as ominous as the open grave
More treacherous than the widow's web--spun
Yet, beautiful as diamonds on the knave
Crawl out of your hole, and live a true life
Do not look to death as an end to strife