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When I am safely laid away
Out of work and out of play
Sheltered by the kindly ground
From the world of sight and sound
One or two of those I leave
Will remember me and grieve
Thinking how I made them gay
By the things I used to say
--But the crown of their distress
Will be my untidiness
What a nuisance then will be
All that shall remain of me!
Shelves of books I never read
Piles of bills, undocketed
Shaving-brushes, razors, strops
Bottles that have lost their tops
Boxes full of odds and ends
Letters from departed friends
Faded ties and broken braces
Tucked away in secret places
Baggy trousers, ragged coats
Stacks of ancient lecture-notes
And that ghostliest of shows
Boots and shoes in horrid rows
Though they are of cheerful mind
My lovers, whom I leave behind
When they find these in my stead
Will be sorry I am dead
They will grieve but you, my dear
Who have never tasted fear
Brave companion of my youth
Free as air and true as truth
Do not let these weary things
Rob you of your junketings
Burn the papers sell the books
Clear out all the pestered nooks
Make a mighty funeral pyre
For the corpse of old desire
Till there shall remain of it
Naught but ashes in a pit
And when you have done away
All that is of yesterday
If you feel a thrill of pain
Master it, and start again
Clouds will sail and winds will blow
As they did an age ago
O'er us who lived in little towns
Underneath the Berkshire downs
When at heart you shall be sad
Pondering the joys we had
Listen and keep very still
If the lowing from the hill
Or the tolling of a bell
Do not serve to break the spell
Listen you may be allowed
To hear my laughter from a cloud
Sleep is God's own gift and man
Snatching all the joys he can
Would not dare to give his voice
To reverse his Maker's choice
Brief delight, eternal quiet
How change these for endless riot
Broken by a single rest?
Well you know that sleep is best
We that have been heart to heart
Fall asleep, and drift apart
Will that overwhelming tide
Reunite us, or divide?
Whence we come and whither go
None can tell us, but I know
Passion's self is often marred
By a kind of self-regard
And the torture of the cry
You are you, and I am I
While we live, the waking sense
Feeds upon our difference
In our passion and our pride
Not united, but allied
We are severed by the sun
And by darkness are made one
