The Cry

They have laid him away; Even he who was always so strong and gay Will be locked in the earth till the judgment day; "Dust unto dust" I have heard the priest say.

He will never return; Though I weep my eyes blind, though I pray and yearn,-- Though the star-light goes out and the great suns burn Into whitest ash,--he will never return.

So of weeping--no more; It is tears fill the oceans from shore to shore; They have made the wind salt--the wind at my door; They harm the good ground--so of weeping--no more.

"Not again!" "Not again!" Do you hear the sea singing that one refrain? The pine trees, the wind and the wearysome rain All whisper it; "Never again!"--"Not again!"

Who can tell me--who knows, Where his lonely soul travels? Whither it goes?-- Has he gone like the leaves?--Like yesterday's snows?-- Speak, dear Lord of Death! You who died--and arose!