Still his little grave she seeketh 
 In her mother-sorrow wild, 
Hush! While in her heart she speaketh 
 To the spirit of her child: 
?Were we not to one another 
 Once the sum of all sweet gain? 
Say then?say unto thy mother, 
 Shall we ever meet again? 
 Darling, shall we meet again, 
Knowing, loving one another? 
?Ah! What weary, weary sorrows 
 Have I known through loss of thee, 
And what comfortless to-morrows 
 Wait me in this misery! 
Were we not to one another 
 Once the sum of all sweet gain? 
Say then?say unto thy mother, 
 Shall we ever meet again? 
 Darling, shall we meet again, 
Knowing, loving one another?? 

But the wind alone is heard 
 Sighing in reply, 
Where the long grave-grass is stirred 
 As it floweth by.