I WOULD not have the wind pass by
I would not have it rave,
I would not have the wind draw nigh
That whistled o'er his grave.
I would not have the rain beat round,
I would not hear the rain ;
There is no comfort in the sound,
No comfort for us twain.
But I would have the snow drift high,
And to my house-roof cling,
So for a night at least we lie
Beneath one covering.