A Death Song

(For a Drama)

Toll no bell and say no prayer, Let no rose die on my bier. All I hoped for shall appear Or be well forgotten, there. (Like the waves of yesteryear.)

Toll no bell and drop no sigh, Bear me softly to the tomb; Life was dark, but light is nigh-- Light no sorrow shall consume (And no kiss of love--or cry).

Toll no bell; the clod will toll Grief enough for any ear. When the last has sounded clear, Know that I have reached the Goal (Which is God seen thro no tear).