“Regret Not Me”
Regret not me;Beneath the sunny treeI lie uncaring, slumbering peacefully.
Swift as the lightI flew my faery flight;Ecstatically I moved, and feared no night.
I did not knowThat heydays fade and go,But deemed that what was would be always so.
I skipped at mornBetween the yellowing corn,Thinking it good and glorious to be born.
I ran at evesAmong the piled-up sheaves,Dreaming, “I grieve not, therefore nothing grieves.”
Now soon will comeThe apple, pear, and plumAnd hinds will sing, and autumn insects hum.
Again you will fareTo cider-makings rare,And junketings; but I shall not be there.
Yet gaily singUntil the pewter ringThose songs we sang when we went gipsying.
And lightly danceSome triple-timed romanceIn coupled figures, and forget mischance;
And mourn not meBeneath the yellowing tree;For I shall mind not, slumbering peacefully.
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